Quotes About Newness

he child sees everything in a state of newness; he is always drunk. Nothing more resembles what we call inspiration than the delight with which a small child absorbs form and colour. Genius is nothing more nor less than childhood recovered at will - a childhood now equipped for self-expression with manhood's capacities and a power of analysis which enables it to order the mass of raw material which it has involuntarily accumulated.

Minor things can become moments of great revelation when encountered for the first time.

He was as fresh as is the month of May.

Every sentence, every word, was new to them and they listened to what he said like bright-eyed ravens, trembling in their eagerness to catch & interpret every sound in the universe.

Autonomy, newness, difference, authority, absolute power: these are the major themes and concerns of American literature, and each one is made possible, shaped, and activated by a complex awareness and use of a constituted Africanism that, deployed as rawness and savagery, provided the staging ground and arena for the elaboration of that quintessential American identity.

but when you see something only once a year it's always new, as if you're seeing it for the first time.

Like God's mercies are new every day, the scent of rain washes away what's old and begins fresh.

Everything new and beautiful seems to arrive already haunted by its own demise.

Most people know the sheer wonder that goes with falling in love, how not only does everything in heaven and earth become new, but the lover himself becomes new. It is literally like the sap rising in the tree, putting forth new green shoots of life.

For the people of that flowAre new, the oldNew to age as the youngTo youth

What we discover is transforming grace (Romans 12:2) that leads Christians to "walk in newness of life" (Romans 6:4) and to avoid a life of sin (verses 1–14).

Sunrise: day's great progenitor.

I sort of feel like Cindy Crawford's new husband on their wedding night. I know what's expected of me. I'm just not sure I've got the ability to make it interesting.

My favorite thing is to go where I have never gone.

"Old times" never come back and I suppose it's just as well. What comes back is a new morning every day in the year, and that's better.

Lo de la vida nueva es mentira, hijo, la mentira más grande de todas. No hay otra vida que esta. Esta es la única que existe. En cuanto les dejas que te corten la cabeza, todo se acaba. Ya no hay más que oscuridad, oscuridad y más oscuridad.

You will love again, people say. Give it time. Me with time running out. Day after day of the everyday. What they call real life, made of eighth-inch gauge. Newness strutting around as if it were significant. Irony, neatness and rhyme pretending to be poetry. I want to go back to that time after Michiko's death when I cried every day among the trees. To the real. To the magnitude of pain, of being that much alive.

And for the first time in my life, the following afternoon, I went into the West.

Now, Sal, we're leaving everything behind us and entering a new and unknown phase of things. All the years and troubles and kicks—and now this! so that we can safely think of nothing else and just go on ahead with our faces stuck out like this, you see, and understand the world as, really and genuinely speaking, other Americans haven't done before us—they were here, weren't they? The Mexican war. Cutting across here with cannon.

Technology moves so fast and social media moves so fast because everyone wants the new thing, but also, everyone wants to be where their parents are not. Once the mom got a Facebook and a Twitter and an Instagram, I don't want to be there anymore.

I have no name: I am but two days old. What shall I call thee? I happy am, Joy is my name. Sweet joy befall thee!

For last year's words belong to last year's language And next year's words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning.

For last year's words belong to last year's language And next year's words await another voice.

For last year's words belong to last year's language And next year's words await another voice.