Quotes About Renewal

If you ask me do I love you, I have to tell you that I have never loved you, not even now, not tomorrow. In this way, I can begin to love you again and again because there is no past. This is the way the moon unbutton the stars as it passes overhead. The way even the most distant galaxies continue to tug on us. This is the way I love you. from "If You Ask Me

If you ask me do I love you, I have to tell you that I have never loved you, not even now, not tomorrow. In this way, I can begin to love you again and again because there is no past. This is the way the moon unbutton the stars as it passes overhead. The way even the most distant galaxies continue to tug on us. This is the way I love you.

Now the wind is lifting the eyelid of the lake. I remember my soul breaks open like a seed beneath the ground just to think of you.

Let us get of these indoor narrow modern days, whose twelve hours somehow have become shortened, into the sunlight and the pure wind. A something that the ancients thought divine can be found and felt there still.

It is in this marvellous transformation of clods and cold matter into living things that the joy and the hope of summer reside. Every blade of grass, each leaf, each separate floret and petal, is an inscription speaking of hope. So that my hope becomes as broad as the horizon afar, reiterated by every leaf, sung on every bough, reflected in the gleam of every flower.

Oak follows oak, and elm ranks with elm, however many times reduplicated, their beauty only increases. So, too, the summer days; the sun rises on the same grasses and green hedges, there is the same blue sky, but did we ever have enough of them? No, not in a hundred years!

Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me.'" Matthew

How can a man be born when he is old? Can he enter a second time into his mother's womb and be born? Jesus answered: Verily, verily I say unto thee, except a man be born of water and the spirit, he cannot enter into the kingdom of God [17:3:3-5].

The mountain has left me feeling renewed, more content and positive than I've been for weeks, as if something has been given back after a long absence, as if my eyes have opened once again. For this time at least, I've let myself be rooted in the unshakable sanity of the senses, spared my mind the burden of too much thinking, turned myself outward to experience the world and inward to savor the pleasures it has given me.

It has been said that sometimes the greatest hope in our lives is just a second chance to do what we should have done right in the first place.

There's no hurt so great that love can't heal it.

I've returned to my

New hopes are a fountain of energy.

Things look much brighter in the morning.

What you make from a tree should be at least as miraculous as what you cut down.

A great truth comes over him: Trees fall with spectacular crashes. But planting is silent and growth is invisible.

But you cannot urge national political renewal on the basis of descriptions of fact. You have to describe the country in terms of what you passionately hope it will become, as well as in the terms of what you know it to be now. You have to be loyal to a dream country rather than to the one to which you wake up every morning. Unless such loyalty exists, the ideal has no chance of becoming actual.

Haben die Götter das nicht wunderbar eingerichtet? Kaum hat man eine Nacht lang geschlafen, ist das, was vergangen ist, in die Ferne gerückt, der Kummer und die Sorge des Vortages ist gemildert. Das sanfte Licht der Sonne gibt einem neue Kraft und neuen Mut.«

I cut off my head and threw it in the sky.

It's simple: it isn't over, it's just begun. It's green. It's still green.

Here is my hand, my heart, my throat, my wrist. Here are the illuminated cities at the center of me, and here is the center of me, which is a lake, which is a well that we can drink from, but I can't go through with it. I just don't want to die anymore.

The trees in wind, the streetlights on, the click and flash of cigarettes being smoked on the lawn, and just a little kiss before we say goodnight. It spins like a wheel inside you: green-yellow, green-blue, green beautiful green. It's simple: it isn't over, it's just begun. It's green. It's still green.

I didn't want to see it this way, everything eating everything in the end.

And here is the tabernacle reconstructed.