Quotes About Renewal

In sum, if Jesus isn't surprising you, you've probably stopped growing spiritually.

In rivers, the water that you touch is the last of what has passed and the first of that which comes; so with present time.

The water you touch in a river is the last of that which has passed, and the first of that which is coming. Thus it is with time present. Life, if well spent, is long.

When you put your hand in a flowing stream, you touch the last that has gone before and the first of what is still to come

In rivers, the water that you touch is the last of what has passed and the first of that which comes: so with time present.

But dwelling on the past is like scribbling storm clouds on a perfectly sunny picture. There's no need and no point because everything is different now. I'm a different person, better and luckier. I need to enjoy it while I can—for this whole entire summer—because that's what I wished for: to start the summer over as Katie. And here I am. It's happening and it will continue to happen. It's got to.

To forgive is to set a prisoner free and discover that the prisoner was you.

In spring, when woods are getting green, I'll try and tell you what I mean.

I entered my room, and undrew the window-curtains, just in time to see the sun burst in glory from his ocean-prison, and clothe the world in the light of a new day.

Only when love takes the lead will the earth, and life on earth, be safe again. And not until then.

Every city is a ghost. New buildings rise upon the bones of the old so that each shiny steel bean, each tower of brick carries within it the memories of what has gone before, an architectural haunting. Sometimes you can catch a glimpse of these former incarnations in the awkward angle of a street or filigreed gate, an old oak door peeking out from a new facade, the plaque commemorating the spot that was once a battleground, which became a saloon and is now a park.

Jeez, someone needs to push the reset button on this planet.

Felicity and I watch the dancers moving as one. They spin about like the earth on it's axis, enduring the dark, waiting for the sun.

Our mouths and bodies speak for us in a new language as the trees shake loose a rain of petals that stick to our slickness like skins we will wear forever. And just like that, I am changed.

He wanted to hit something or someone. He wanted to burn up the whole world, heal it, and burn it down again.

We have work to do if you are not to be a total failure like high-waisted, acid-wash jeans.

But without that spark of anger, without destruction, there can be no rebirth.

Every city is a ghost. New buildings rise upon the bones of the old so that each shiny steel beam, each tower of brick carries within it the memories of what has gone before, an architectural haunting.

The ground's soft with pine needles and the occasional crunch of a cone. The air smells like it's just been born.

The river is change, and change cannot be stopped. Change, it sings. Change or be lost.

Sometimes I just want to burn down all the rules and start over

I don't want to have this conversation. It's sunny out. There's bacon downstairs. My life is starting over today. I've just made it official.

I don't want to have this conversation. It's sunny out. There's bacon downstairs. My life is starting over today.

Despite the forecast, live like it's spring.