Quotes About Renewal

It can be difficult to envision a new start but impossible to deny one.

all you have to do is let go of your present story and rewrite a new one that fits who you truly are.

Nothing in this world is permanent, including our stories. Yet we try to hold on to them for false security, which ultimately leads to sorrow and loss. Be willing to let go. Keep reinventing your story as you continue to grow. 4.

All of Mother Nature's creatures are designed to fully flourish before they drop dead.

AS IF TO COMPENSATE for the punitive winter, the city explodes with flowers overnight—making it, if only for a week or two, one of the most beautiful places on earth.

I can't imagine pressing on relentlessly through day and night with mind, body, spirit in a single state, can't imagine denying myself the possibility of a fresh start.

If a bird's hair cells are damaged by disease or loud noises—say, by the blasting decibels of a rock concert in a domed stadium—they can regenerate. Ours can't.)

And I am so tired. All the time. The kind of tired where you feel like you're being tugged down into the earth's core. Still. I look for moments of joy. When I see my children laughing. When I see something through their eyes, something I've seen a thousand times before and thought was stupid but now it's awesome. I think kids exist mostly to remind us that not everything is stupid. That there's still discovery in the world.

Life is fragile. Life ends. But love? Love lives forever,' she told him. "Rémi wept then, like a child. From that day, little by little, he returned to us. Love brought him back.

It made me alert, like someone had scrubbed mint all over my skin. I'd walk into that stinking, miserable prison and for the next three hours, a wise and beautiful woman would float out of the wreckage of my life, and her words and thoughts and tiniest movements were precious.

She gave up the rest. The relief was physical, like releasing a long tight breath that had crowded her lungs for too long, letting it go because it was stale, the oxygen was gone.

Jules put his arm around her. "If you'd asked me this morning, I would have said we were finished," he said. "All of us, the whole country—the fucking world. But now I feel the opposite." Stephanie knew. She could practically hear the hope sluicing through her brother. "So what's the answer?" she asked. "Sure, everything is ending," Jules said, "but not yet.

Redemption, transformation--God how she wanted these things. Every day, every minute. Didn't everyone?

Take the planarian flatworm. You can slice it in two and each part will grow into a new worm. The hydra, a freshwater creature, can actually regenerate body parts, and the sea anemone doesn't appear to experience senescence at all." I

Death isn't the end, it's the beginning.

You know what they say about baptisms and fire.

Distractions aren't just distractions. Sometimes, you need them to break the loop.

And how that lady Suz was all wrong: art is not all about chaos, about taking things apart. True art, Emma will tell them, is about finding a way to make what's broken whole.

The truth was, she liked the sparse look of bare countertops and shelves; the empty white walls felt like a clean slate.

Too much of my life feels like this already- trying to recycle something old into something new and better, disguising someone else's trash as some fresh, shiny thing.

The happy times went away for a while, but they're coming back

We tread water, looking at each other, and suddenly there's not enough water in the world to clean away my dirt thoughts.

It is a new year....It is time to get...back on the camel" -Mr.Black

This is what i need, i think. A change of scenery.