Alan Watts Quotes

All things from eternity are of like forms and come round in circle.

Suppose time is a circle, bending back on itself. The world repeats itself, precisely, endlessly.

My music is like a spinning ball. It can turn in one direction, and then it comes back to origins.

A circle is the reflection of eternity. It has no beginning and it has no end - and if you put several circles over each other, then you get a spiral.

Life is like a wheel. Sooner or later, it always come around to where you started again.

And the seasons they go 'round and 'round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look behind From where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game.

The wheel is come full circle.

Nature repeats itself, but it never starts from the beginning.

Everything goes in cycles, to a degree.

History has repeated itself many times througout the ages.

I am the father of the Centuries, the mysterious repository of fame; and the unknown Eternity was my mother; Infinity marks the borders of my realm; no sepulcher will ever hold me, for I am mightier than Death; my vision scans the past and the future, and through my hands the presence flows.

Time has two aspects. There is the arrow, the running river, without which there is no change, no progress, or direction, or creation. And there is the circle or the cycle, without which there is chaos, meaningless succession of instants, a world without clocks or seasons or promises.

Life is a full circle, widening until it joins the circle motions of the infinite.

Everything that has been is eternal: the sea will wash it up again.

There is no beginning to an end / But there is a beginning and an end / To beginning.

As one gets older, one discovers everything is going to be exactly the same with different hats on.

Once again she shuddered with the evidence that time was not passing, as she had just admitted, but that it was turning in a circle.

It is indifferent to me where I am to begin, for there shall I return again.

Deep inside of every human being is this feeling that nothing is ever going to be complete, that the circle will never connect - and that itself is the secret to infinity.

Time, which measures everything in our idea, and is often deficient to our schemes, is to nature endless and as nothing; it cannot limit that by which alone it had existence; and as the natural course of time, which to us seems infinite, cannot be bounded by any operation that may have an end, the progress of things upon this globe, that is, the course of nature, cannot be limited by time, which must proceed in a continual succession.

The more one knows, the more one comprehends, the more one realizes that everything turns in a circle.

‎I have always been fascinated by the ocean, to dip a limb beneath its surface and know that I'm touching eternity, that it goes on forever until it begins here again.

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.

He also knows that certain moments repeat themselves.