Quotes About Renewal

If I happen to come across a garden these days, I burst into bloom.

God waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man's hands.

Death is not extinguishing the light; it is putting out the lamp because dawn has come.

Dark clouds become heaven's flowers when kissed by light.

Let life be as beautiful as summer flowers And death as beautiful as autumn leaves.

Death is not extinguishing the light It is simply putting out the lamp Because the dawn has come

Man is immortal therefore he must die endlessly. For life is a creative idea it can only find itself in changing forms.

Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man.

When old words die out on the tongue, new melodies break forth from the heart; and where the old tracks are lost, new country is revealed with its wonders.

If the day is done, if birds sing no more, if the wind has flagged tired, then draw the veil of darkness thick upon me, even as thou hast wrapt the earth with the coverlet of sleep and tenderly closed the petals of the drooping lotus at dusk. From the traveller, whose sack of provisions is empty before the voyage is ended, whose garment is torn and dustladen, whose strength is exhausted, remove shame and poverty, and renew his life like a flower under the cover of thy kindly night.

It is the tears of the earth that keep her smiles in bloom.

Turn a tree into a log and it will burn for you, but it will never bear living flowers and fruit.

On many an idle day have I grieved over lost time. But it is never lost, my lord. Thou hast taken every moment of my life in thine own hands. Hidden in the heart of things thou art nourishing seeds into sprouts, buds into blossoms, and ripening flowers into fruitfulness. I was tired and sleeping on my idle bed and imagined all work had ceased. In the morning I woke up and found my garden full with wonders of flowers.

God never under any conditions binds His creation with fetters; He awakens it through constant changes to ever new life.

In the night of weariness let me give myself up to sleep without struggle, resting my trust upon thee. Let me not force my flagging spirit into a poor preparation for thy worship. It is thou who drawest the veil of night upon the tired eyes of the day to renew its sight in a fresher gladness of awakening.

This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life. This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new... Thy infinite gifts come to me only on those very small hand of mine. Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill.

Do not say it is morning and dismiss it with a name of yesterday

Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.

He wanted to go out into the open country and fill his lungs with fresh air.

How I have noiselessly floated down the stream of Time, Skipping from life to life, Changing from form to form. In the night, in the morning, All I received, I gave away In ever new gifts, In ever new songs. - Poem 8

At the onset of the rains, crops that have been shrivelled and yellowed by drought suddenly show a spurt in growth, shedding the effects of prolonged undernourishment. Casting off their feeble, drooping air, they raise their bright, shining heads unabashedly and confidently to claim their space amidst the fields of grain. So it was with Asha.

The world-flood has swept over our country

If things did not move on and vanish, we should see no beauty anywhere. If youth had only the heat of movement, it would get parched and withered. But there is ever the hidden tear, which keeps it fresh. The cry of the world is not only "I have," but also "I give." In the first dawning light of creation, "I have" was wedded to "I give." If this bond of union were to snap, then everything would go to ruin.

The dry river-bed finds no thanks for its past.