Cycle of Nature Quotes

When the measured dance of the hours brings back the happy smile of spring, the buried dead is born again in the life-glance of the sun. The germs which perished to the eye within the cold breast of the earth spring up with joy in the bright realm of day.

Each season brings a world of enjoyment and interest in the watching of its unfolding, its gradual harmonious development, its culminating graces-and just as one begins to tire of it, it passes away and a radical change comes, with new witcheries and new glories in its train.

No Winter lasts forever, no Spring skips its turn. April is a promise that May is bound to keep, and we know it.

Summer passes into autumn in some unimaginable point of time, like the turning of a leaf.

Everything that we put into our bodies should also be of nature, a part of that cycle of nature. Once you start messing with that - as I said, everything is connected. Once you start messing with psychological well-being, we get more and more messed up.

And even our present acres of death will someday bloom again.

Do you suppose there's any difference between spring in nature and spring in man? But there we go, praising the one and condemning the other as improper, ashamed that the same laws work eternally through both.

The seasons are what a symphony ought to be: four perfect movements in harmony with each other.

Life is a plant that grows out of death.

We celebrate the cherry tree not for its efficiency but for its effectiveness - and for its beauty. Its materials are in constant flow, and all those thousands of useless cherry blossoms look gorgeous. Then they fall to the ground and become soil again, so there's no problem

How sad would be November if we had no knowledge of the spring!

For whatsoever from one place doth fall, Is with the tide unto an other brought: For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.

The most mighty of nature's laws is this, that out of Death she brings Life.

Spring, summer, and fall fill us with hope; winter alone reminds us of the human condition.

It follows the seasons, beginning each year with the fond expectancy of springtime and ending with the hard facts of autumn.

Always begin anew with the day, just as nature does. It is one of the sensible things that nature does.

Life set itself to new processions of seed-time and harvest, the skin newly turned to seasonal variations, the very blood humming to new altitudes.

Sing a song of seasons; something bright in all, flowers in the summer, fires in the fall.

If we see nature as pausing, immediately all mortifies and decays; but seen as progressing, she is beautiful.

When we say we have patterns, there is a cyclical movement to everything. Our psychological and emotional processes also have become cyclical largely because of a very strong attachment and involvement with physical process, and physical process has to be cyclical; only then we exist. Without out cyclical movement there'll be no physical existence.