Quotes About Renewal

To me, this book is sort of like a snakeskin. A snakeskin is something you might find on the side of the road and make something out of—a belt, say, or a hatband. The snake itself heads off doing more snake stuff—getting it on with lady snakes, eating rats, making more snakeskins, et cetera.

Every single day on earth, as it's been for millions of years, the sun slowly rises in the east, night gives way to dawn, dawn gives way to morning, the sun bursts above the horizon a little bit at a time and then all of a sudden in full bloom. The sky becomes lighter and clearer, the earth becomes radiated with light, and another day has begun.

No, this time I needed to sit down and start carefully, methodically, systematically sorting through the mixed up pieces of my shattered life.

looked watery, like it had suddenly filled

Do you understand? Nothing thrives without being broken. Nothing exists without being dead first.

We must love what has been damaged, because everything has been damaged. And to love the damage is to know you care about that world. That you're still alive. That the world is alive.

She liked the feeling of being winnowed down, as if there had been too much of her before, that anything unnecessary had been taken away and what was left was pure.

If the peace lily stops flowering, just be patient. It will bloom again.

It'll be messy, but after a day you'll be zipping around as though you were a thousand years old again.

Plenty of organisms live for a season, in order for those who come next to have a chance, Mayflies, daffodils, the octopus. We can accept that?' 'Well, we're hardwired not to accept our own demise. Daffodils are a lot more chill about it.' 'Okay, but we can be like daffodils together.

But little deaths have to be died just as great ones do. Every reminder that aroused a longing had to be offered up.

It is a merciful Father who strips us when we need to be stripped, as the tree needs to be stripped of its blossoms. He is not finished with us yet, whatever the loss we suffer, for as we loose our hold on visible things, the invisible become more precious—where our treasure is, there will our hearts be.

All the Scriptural metaphors about the death of the seed that falls into the ground, about losing one's life, about becoming the least in the kingdom, about the world's passing away—all these go on to something unspeakably better and more glorious. Loss and death are only the preludes to gain and life. It was a temptation to foreshorten the promises, to look for some prompt fulfillment of the loss-gain principle….

If I am to love the Lord my God with all my mind, there will not be room in it for carnality, for pride, for anxiety, for the love of myself. How can the mind be filled with the love of the Lord and have space left over for things like that?

Of one thing I am perfectly sure: God's story never ends with ashes.

en la muerte no hay dolor, miedo, ansiedad ni pena. Sólo se siente el agrado y la serenidad de una transformación en mariposa.

Everything was told! Then we could begin something new.

Never think winter will last when spring is equally inevitable.

This is life, uh? We lose something here; we get something there. The trick is to stop looking in the old place to find the new thing.

Already I've seen that when you're pulled away from your normal routine, it's as though air and sunlight come into your brain and do a little housecleaning.

But you know what usually happens when you take a vacation to a place that galvanizes you and makes you feel like you're going to change your life. You come home and get right back into your old habits. Meanwhile, a slow fire burns. A

we) laughed. It was so good to laugh. I felt as though I too were reentering my legitimate self.

And when you lose something, you have to remember that then there is room for the next thing. And there is always a next thing.

If I were her? First thing I'd do is torch my little black book and start over again. Because the men that woman attracts are just plain odd.