Quotes About Renewal

After the great Impressionists, and again after Van Gogh and Gaugin, people said, 'Painting is now played out.' But Bonnard, Maurice Denis, Roussel and Vuillard appeared and gave them the lie. 'We were wrong,' said the croakers, 'but this at any rate is the end.' Yet to refute them, and to prove that there is no end to art, still another generation of painters sprang up.

Youth is Gilead, in which is balm for every wound.

The flowers anew, returning seasons bring but beauty faded has no second spring.

When faced with a chaotic and convoluted situation, one always thinks that it will take centuries to sort it out. Suddenly a man appears and as if by magic, the tree we thought was doomed takes on new life and starts bearing leaves and fruits and giving shade." (Shireen in Samarkand)

Tu demandes d'où vient notre souffle de vie. S'il fallait résumer une trop longue histoire, Je dirais qu'il surgit du fond de l'océan, Puis soudain l'océan l'engloutit à nouveau. Omar Khayyam

Saatim tam on iki, endiÅŸeli deÄŸilim diyemem. Gelirse, bir hayata yeniden baÅŸlanacak. Y?llar ve y?llar geçti ama zaman, bir yans?mad?r: geçmiÅŸ saatler ve günler, haftalar ve y?llar sonunda ayn? kül y???n?na sahip olurlar. Gelecek, sonsuza kadar gitse de saniye saniye yaÅŸan?r.

Hayat kendi yolunu çizer hep; yata??ndan edilince hemen bir yenisini kazan nehirler misali.

Je n'ai pas connu le Levant de la grande époque, je suis venu trop tard, il ne restait plus du théâtre qu'un décor en lambeaux, il ne restait plus du festin que des miettes. Mais j'ai constamment espéré que la fête pourrait recommencer un jour, je ne voulais pas croire que le destin m'avait fait naître dans une maison déjà promise à la démolition.

Beautify your breath – beautify your life.

A chaste generation would restore Paradise.

A birthday is a good time to begin anew; throwing away the old habits, as you would old clothes, and never putting them on again.

Throughout the parables the paradoxical teachings continue: Give to receive. Die to live. Lose to win.

She believes in will. It is so frail and delicate at night that she can't even imagine the next morning, but it is so wide and binding by the middle of the next day that she cannot even remember the terrible night. It is as if she gives birth every day.

There is no such thing as a straight line, the sun does not go down, and it is time we updated our language. A more mesmerizing discourse I have never heard.

If you went to your closet today, would you pull out the same outfit you wore 10 or 15 years ago? You wear feelings and faith differently as well.

But whether you're fixed or broke I need you to come back Just promise me no matter what You'll still be coming back I'll put together all your pieces If only you come back.

When you get home, the floodgates will open and the flood will clear the pain and it will be just us, shiny and new, with our hands on each other's skin and our bodies touching so tight we'll be able to hear each other's thoughts. When you get home we can be lovers.

literally re-made the world around me to keep

I'm still waiting for the rain to fall, pouring life down on me

Vernal Equinox The scent of hyacinths, like a pale mist, lies between me and my book; And the South Wind, washing through the room, Makes the candles quiver. My nerves sting at a spatter of rain on the shutter, And I am uneasy with the thrusting of green shoots Outside, in the night. Why are you not here to overpower me with your tense and urgent love?

I have come to understand, like Darwin had, that earthworms are not destroyers, but redeemers. They move through waste and decay in their contemplative way, sifting, turning it into something else, something that is better.

I did not lose myself all at once. I rubbed out my face over the years washing away my pain, the same way carvings on stone are worn down by water.

The cultures of indigenous people of California," Anderson explained, "are rooted in a belief that nature has an inherent ability to renew itself, to cause the return of geese, the re-growth of the plants, the germination of next year's crop of wildflowers.

The fertile earth imbibes the rain; The trees her moisture drink again; The swelling ocean drinks the gales, From him the thirsty sun exhales: The moon, as thirsty, copious streams Insatiate drinks of solar beams. In drinking, then, since all agree, What friend can justly censure me?