There is beauty to be found in the changing of the earth’s seasons, and an inner grace in honouring the cycles of life.
It's all cyclical. Sometimes things just come in packs. At one point you had this collection of great choreographers where you would see eight bars and you would know definitely who did it.
Man and the earth move in orbits: what they did before, they will do again.
History repeats itself in the large because human nature changes with geological leisureliness.
Phenomena are constantly folded back upon themselves.
Every crazy fad from the 1800s comes back or they never go away. It's like fashion, like everything's already been invented, and somebody stumbles onto it and people will always, always be looking for an answer for some vague illness they can't get a diagnosis for.
It will be a vast boon to mankind when we learn to prophesy the precise dates when cycles of various kinds will reach definite stages.
History never repeats itself in the same way.
The main insight learned from interdisciplinary studies is the return to specialization
Maybe we were all destined to just keep doing the same stupid things, over and over again, never really learning a single thing.
The term 'business cycle' is imprecise. Economic fluctuations affect everyone, not just businesses, and they are, unlike astral cycles, anything but regular.
Energy moves in cycles, circles, spirals, vortexes, whirls, pulsations, waves, and rhythms—rarely if ever in simple straight lines.
I had been educated in the rhythms of the mountain, rhythms in which change was never fundamental, only cyclical. The same sun appeared each morning, swept over the valley, and dropped behind the peak. The snows that fell in winter always melted in the spring.
The lunar cycle within the solar season: that kind of syncopated rhythm is what life relates to.
The eye is the first circle; the horizon which it forms is the second; and throughout nature this primary figure is repeated without end.
Nature doesn't move in a straight line, and as part of nature, neither do we.
History is fractal. The closer you look, the more complicated, yet always repeating patterns.
The historian Arthur Schlesinger has pointed out that people tend to get interested in politics again every 30 years. The universe moves in cycles of three. The number figures in everything from Pythagoras's theory that the universe is based on three to the Father-the-Son-and-the-Holy- Ghost to the three-sided pyramidal shapes that intersect in the Jewish Star of David. The notion of the mystical three, metaphysically, spiritually, and even politically, is quite interesting to me.
The easy way out usually leads back in.
The season when to come, and when to go, to sing, or cease to sing, we never know.
I think everything works in cycles. I was fortunate enough to come along in the golden age for big men. There were guys like Hakeem Olajuwon and Patrick Ewing.
The repetition in Nature may not be a mere recurrence; it may be a theatrical encore.
The year 2008 was a reminder to those who had forgotten that there is such a thing as history and that the cycle of famine and feast in commerce, first identified in antiquity and well understood in the Middle Ages, was not suddenly abolished in modern times.
We learn from experience that men never learn anything from experience.
We're doomed to repeat the past no matter what. That's what it is to be alive. It's pretty dense kids who haven't figured that out by the time they're ten.... Most kids can't afford to go to Harvard and be misinformed.
