A Quote by Heraclitus

What was scattered, gathers. 
What was gathered, blows away — © Heraclitus
What was scattered, gathers. What was gathered, blows away

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I hope to have gathered To repay your kindness The willow leaves Scattered in the garden.
When truth is buried, it grows. It chokes. It gathers such an explosive force that on the day it bursts out, it blows up everything with it.
How massively the mountains stand, while low to the ground the sand blows. The sand blows on and on. And then there are no mountains, none at all, the sand has kissed and whispered them away. And still, the sand blows on.
A good boxer, in striking the round blow, instead of loosening body and arm, gathers himself into a heap of muscularity and begins his blow where all blows ought to begin, from the solidarity of the right foot.
I gathered up my sorrows and I sold them all for gold. And I gathered up the gold, and I threw it all away.
As the rolling stone gathers no moss, so the roving heart gathers no affections.
Literature, properly so called, draws its sap from the deep soil of human nature's common and everlasting sympathies, the gathered leaf-mound of countless generations, and not from any top dressing capriciously scattered over the surface.
All around me darkness gathers, Fading is the sun that shone, We must speak of other matters, You can be me when I'm gone Flowers gathered in the morning, Afternoon they blossom on, Still are withered in the evening, You can be me when I'm gone.
The saddest aspect of life right now is that science gathers knowledge faster than society gathers wisdom.
Sometimes the wind blows you places you weren't expecting: sometimes it blows you away from those places, too.
Men in their generations are like the leaves of the trees. The wind blows and one year's leaves are scattered on the ground; but the trees burst into bud and put on fresh ones when the spring comes round.
Self-reflection, or - what comes to the same thing - the urge to individuation, gathers together what is scattered and multifarious and exalts it to the original of the One, the Primordial Man. In this way our existence as separate beings, our former ego nature, is abolished, the circle of consciousness is widened, and because the paradoxes have been made conscious, the sources of conflict are dried up.
The wind blows out of the gates of the day, The wind blows over the lonely of heart, And the lonely of heart is withered away.
When summer gathers up her robes of glory, and like a dream of beauty glides away.
It blows me away that my parents, they really weren't much into theater, but they recognized that in me. When I think about the things they did to support that, I'm blown away.
It has been said that a rolling stone gathers no moss. I would add that sometimes a rolling stone also gathers no verifiable facts or even the tiniest morsels of journalistic integrity.
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