Existential Cycle Quotes

Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.

Man and animals are in reality vehicles and conduits of food, tombs of animals, hostels of Death, coverings that consume, deriving life by the death of others.

Everything that has been will be, everything that will be is, everything that will be has been.

If death is the absence of life, then death's death is life.

A person is born form the deep conditions of the world. A person pokes up from the world and roll along like a wave. Until it's time to sink down again. Up, down. Person, wave.

Arrival in the world is really a departure and that, which we call departure, is only a return.

The hour which gives us life begins to take it away.

Blood Leads to Humanity, Spirit Leads to Night, and Earth Completes.

I've been here before and will come again, but I'm not going this trip through.

All live to die, and rise to fall.

Where all life dies death lives.

Birth leads to death, death precedes birth. So if you want to see life as it really is, it is rounded on both the sides by death. Death is the beginning and death is again the end, and life is just the illusion in between. You feel alive between two deaths; the passage joining one death to another you call life. Buddha says this is not life. This life is dukkha - misery. This life is death.

Who ever said that one was born just once?

Alas the Master; so he sinks in death. But whoso knows the mystery of man Sees life and death as curves of the same plan

I am content to live it all again And yet again, if it be life to pitch Into the frog-spawn of a blind man's ditch.

There are two sorts of ignorance: we philosophize to escape ignorance; we start from the one, we repose in the other; they are the goals from which and to which we tend; and the pursuit of knowledge is but a course between two ignorances, as human life is only a traveling from grave to grave.

Man appears for a little while to laugh and weep, to work and play, and then to go to make room for those who shall follow him in the never-ending cycle.

Life is going forth; death is returning home.

So the story of man runs in a dreary circle, because he is not yet master of the earth that holds him.

Individuals are custodians of the life stream -- temporal manifestations of far greater being, forming from and returning to their essence like so many dreams.

In the end, there is no end.

The circle of the return to birth can only remain open, but this is a chance, a sign of life, and a wound.

Nature grinds all of us. Keep count of the ounce of pleasure you get. In the long run, nature did her work through you, and when you die your body will make other plants grow. Yet we think all the time that we are getting pleasure ourselves. Thus the wheel goes round.