Ryan Tannehill Quotes

I say to myself, sometimes the tide is just out. But it always comes back in again.

It's always been an ebb and flow of interest and energy.

Everything goes in cycles, to a degree.

Isn't life a series of images that change as they repeat themselves?

We know there are a lot of ups and downs to the season.

There are always cycles in football.

In all things there is a law of cycles.

All things belonging to the earth will never change-the leaf, the blade, the flower, the wind that cries and sleeps and wakes again, the trees whose stiff arms clash and tremble in the dark, and the dust of lovers long since buried in the earth-all things proceeding from the earth to seasons, all things that lapse and change and come again upon the earth-these things will always be the same, for they come up from the earth that never changes, they go back into the earth that lasts forever. Only the earth endures, but it endures forever.

The Indian mythology has a theory of cycles, that all progression is in the form of waves.

Life and values do run in cycles.

The whole history of life is a record of cycles.

I'm old, I'm young, I'm intelligent, I'm stupid. My tide goes in and out.

Every season is a journey. Every journey is a lifetime.

Life is filled with rhythms-day and night, hot and cold, summer and winter, spring and fall, cloudy and clear. Likewise in a relationship, men and women have their own rhythms and cycles.

Ends and beginnings—there are no such things. There are only middles.

Creation and destruction are the two ends of the same moment. And everything between the creation and the next destruction is the journey of life.

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.

There's a cyclical nature to what people like in the world. Through time, things come around again.

No storm lasts forever no matter what it is. Nature builds calmness within its storms. That's true in our own lives as well. When you reach the zenith of where you are going in your life, or in a relationship; the only place you can go is down or up. That's the nature of this universe; a cyclical thing. The seasons, the moon; everything has a cycle to it.

All is flux, nothing is stationary.

Like I've always said, what's hot must go cold.

There are patterns which emerge in one's life, circling and returning anew, an endless variation on a theme. So musicians say the greatest sonatas are composed; whether or not it is true, I do not know, but of a surety I have seen it emerge in the tapestry of my life.

We are full of rhythms . . . our pulse, our gestures, our digestive tracts, the lunar and seasonal cycles.

Life is full of circles

Nature's first green is gold.