Life Cycles Quotes

“Mycelium?” Joey asked. “What is that?”
 
Water explained, “It is a huge organism made up of very, very small fibres or filaments of fungus. The fungus grows underground, and it connects all the roots of the trees together. Its flower is a mushroom. Do you like to eat mushrooms?”
― Ellen J. Lewinberg, Joey and His Friend Water

“As the pace of change accelerates, industry life cycles, company life cycles, and product life cycles are compressed.”
― Roger Spitz, The Definitive Guide to Thriving on Disruption: Volume IV - Disruption as a Springboard to Value Creation

“The sun warms our hearts while beautifying our Soul. Open skies are open arms when we surrender to its embrace. Open mind, Soul embrace. Leaves fall and nourish us all as soil becomes rich with the rootedness of All. Every cycle awaits us with a kiss. Luscious and luxurious is each moment. "Receive me", says the spirit of the breath.”
― Ulonda Faye, Sutras of the Heart: Spiritual Poetry to Nourish the Soul

“Life Cycles by Stewart Stafford

From fair youth’s day,
To dark-spotted age,
The blooms of May,
Usher out winter’s sullen maze.

When the bars of the juvenile cage are splayed,
And our stars have run their course,
The debt of carefree times gets repaid,
As we from this earthly plain divorce.

We crawl to walk and stoop alone,
As the dead remain uncured,
Until Time grants us further loans,
Immortality is a bloodline secured.

© Stewart Stafford, 2021. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“From the day we are born, we all have a unique rhythm. Be in tune with this rhythm, be in tune with life.”
― Jill Telford

“A Petrichor Chaser And Lover
By: Lorena Tamayo Castillo

We grow, glow, learn, and yearn.
Walk, and work for a row and worn.
We go, goes, gone, to get somewhere .
And we know, we are gloomy of the storm.
But nature bloom and blossom on jubilant roar.
So are we? Go, get up and take shower that rain.
For after the withered, there is the great restore.
A Petrichor chaser and lover, is never in vain.
For that very scent of weather is a gain.
Where a wonder land is in reign.”
― Lorena Tamayo Castillo

“Leaves fall and nourish us all as soil becomes rich with the rootedness of all. Every cycle awaits us with a kiss. Luscious and luxurious is each moment. "Receive me", says the spirit of the breath.”
― Ulonda Faye, Sutras of the Heart: Spiritual Poetry to Nourish the Soul

“The Cycle's Whisper by Stewart Stafford

A crisp mountain breeze,
Whispers on verdant meadows,
In the starlings' murmuration,
Bodies flutter as the wind blows.

River salmon leap upstream,
To the places of their siring,
All the tests of life in the flesh,
With thrashing bodies expiring.

Starving bears lie in wait to
Shorten the fading quest,
Or a moribund swim home,
To a watery boneyard's rest.

© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“To live fully is to embrace the cycles of death and rebirth that mark the path of every human journey. Each ending gifts us with the freedom to be reshaped by life, if only we will surrender to its wisdom. In our fragility lies the courage to grow beyond the confines of our former selves, stretching toward a horizon that only loss could reveal.”
― An Marke

“Each living entity passes through periods of expansion and contraction.”
― Philip K. Dick, Galactic Pot-Healer

“There is one story and one story only
That will prove worth your telling”
― Robert Graves, The Complete Poems

“During the long summers in New Hampshire when this book was being written I would often get up early in the morning and go out on my patio where the valley, stretching off to the mountain ranges in the north and east, was silver with predawn mist. The birds, eloquent voices in an otherwise silent world, had already begun their hallelujah chorus to welcome in the new day. The song sparrow sings with an enthusiasm which rocks him almost off his perch atop the apple tree, and the goldfinch chimes in with his obbligato. The thrush in the woods is so full of song he can't contain himself. The woodpecker beats on the hollow beech tree. The loons over on the lake erupt with their plaintive and tormented daemonic laughter, to save the whole thing from being too sweet. Then the sun comes up over the mountain range revealing an incredibly green New Hampshire overflowing through the whole long valley with a richness that is almost too abundant. The trees seem to have grown several inches overnight, and the meadow is bursting with a million brown-eyed Susans.

I feel again the everlasting going and coming, the eternal return, the growing and mating and dying and growing again. And I know that human beings are part of this eternal going and returning, part of its sadness as well as its song. But man, the seeker, is called by his consciousness to transcend the eternal return. I am no different from anyone else except in the choice of areas for the quest. My own conviction has always been to seek the inner reality, with the belief that the fruits of future values will be able to grow only after they are sown by the values of our history. In this transitional twentieth century, when the full results of our bankruptcy of inner values is brought home to us, I believe it is especially important that we seek the source of love and will.”
― Rollo May, Love and Will

“In such an age of radical transition, the individual is driven back into his own consciousness. When the foundations of love and will have been shaken and all but destroyed, we cannot escape the necessity of pushing below the surface and searching within our own consciousness and within the 'collective unarticulated consciousness' of our society for the sources of love and will. I use the term 'source' as the French speak of the 'source' of a river—the springs from which the water originally comes. If we can find the sources from which love and will spring, we may be able to discover the new forms which these essential experiences need in order to become viable in the new age into which we are moving. In this sense, our quest, like every such exploration, is a moral quest, for we are seeking the bases on which a morality for a new age can be founded. Every sensitive person finds himself in Stephen Dedalus' position: 'I go forth... to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.”
― Rollo May, Love and Will