Quotes about Cycle

Then the cycle would repeat: faith for a generation, then complacency, soon followed by adultery as the people chased after false gods.

But there is something about Time. The sun rises and sets. The stars swing slowly across the sky and fade. Clouds fill with rain and snow, empty themselves, and fill again. The moon is born, and dies, and is reborn. Around millions of clocks swing hour hands, and minute hands, and second hands. Around goes the continual circle of the notes of the scale. Around goes the circle of night and day, the circle of weeks forever revolving, and of months, and of years.

A rose started off a bud, a bird started off an egg, and a forest started off a seed.

The worm's bad luck is the bird's good fortune.

Stories do not end.

Yesternight the sun went hence,And yet is here today.

Love is a growing, or full constant light, And his first minute, after noon, is night.

My world's both parts, and 'o! Both parts must die.

We give our dead To the orchards And the groves. We give our dead To life.

He was seemingly born not only with a gift for language, but with a particularly nasty clock which makes him go crazy every three years or so.

No sun outlasts its sunset, but will rise again and bring the dawn.

Then, when shame strikes, it is so nasty you have to numb yourself, and what better anesthetic than your addiction? It is the perfect vicious circle.