Quotes About Renewal

Empezar a vivir de mayor duele, pero más duele no volver a hacerlo.

Non è per cambiare che si ricomincia da capo. Si ricomincia da capo per cambiare tavolo. Si ha sempre questa idea di essere capitati nella partita sbagliata, e che con le nostre carte chissà cosa saremmo riusciti a fare se solo ci sedevamo a un altro tavolo da gioco.

Because despair was an excess that did not belong to him, he submitted to what was left of his life, and began again to look after it, with the unyielding tenacity of a gardener at work the morning after the storm.

Ho capito che non si cambia veramente mai, non c'è modo di cambiare, come si è da piccoli si è tutta la vita, non è per cambiare che si ricomincia da capo. Si ricomincia da capo per cambiare tavolo, disse. Si ha sempre questa idea di essere capitati nella partita sbagliata, e che con le nostre carte chissà cosa saremmo riusciti a fare se solo ci sedevamo a un altro tavolo da gioco.

Ma la donna disse che gran parte della gente sogna di ricominciare da cape, e aggiunse che in questo c'era qualcosa di commovente, non di pazzo. Disse che in realtà quasi nessuno poi, ricomincia da capo davvero, ma non si ha idea di quanto tempo la gente passi a fantasticare di farlo, e spesso proprio mentre è nel mezzo dei suoi guai, e della vita che vorrebbe lasciar perdere.

Aangezien wanhoop een buitensporigheid was die hij niet kende, boog hij zich over datgene wat er was overgebleven van zijn leven, en begon dat opnieuw te verzorgen, met de onwrikbare vasthoudendheid van een tuinman aan het werk, de ochtend na de storm.

Perchè ciò che si salverà non sarà mai quel che abbiamo tenuto al riparo dai tempi, ma ciò che abbiamo lasciato mutare, perchè ridiventasse se stessi un un tempo nuovo.

Them days is over. If we don't live together now we gunna do it all over again in years to come.

I wish I could pick you up sometimes, turn you upside down, shake all the bad things out of your head, and put you back up the right way again.

Love was like rain; there could be periods of drought when it seemed that love would never return, would never make its presence felt again. In such times, the heart could harden, but then, just as droughts broke, so too could love suddenly appear, and heal just as quickly and completely as rain can heal the parched land.

Nobody is so bad that there is no chance of change.

The winds must come from somewhere when they blow…There must be reasons why the leaves decay. (From Auden's If I Could Tell You

I'm saying that forgiveness is like the rain. That's all I'm saying. It makes things better. Rain does that too.

People punish themselves—sometimes for years. But it's not always necessary. Forgiveness allows everybody to start again, not to be burdened with a whole lot of old business.

Things start badly—very badly—and then they change for the better and those who have nothing, or who are unhappy, or who live in fear, suddenly find that these things that were bad for them have gone." "It's like rain," said Mma Potokwane, who had not said much but had clearly been affected by the story. "The rains come and they wash everything away. The dryness, the thirst, the dust on your skin—these are washed away, Mma, all washed away.

Forgiveness was never easy, but Mma Ramotswe believed in it because she knew that without forgiveness we cluttered our lives with old business. Not forgiving was like scratching at a sore to keep the healing scab from forming.

Kindness, after all, did not distinguish between those who merited it and those who did not. It was like rain, she thought. It fell everywhere and made everything green and new and alive once more. That is what it did.

Love had transformed the world for me. Transformed it.

Enough! Clear-souled and far from wasted, I start upon an untrod way To take my rest from yesterday.

I'm only writing this to show That I stopped sinning long ago.

remember that what has once been done may be done again.

Joy to hearts which have suffered long is like the dew on the ground after a long drought; both the heart and the ground absorb that beneficent moisture falling on them, and nothing is outwardly apparant.

the tree forsakes not the flower: the flower falls from the tree.

We are all mortal, and the old must make way for the young. If not, why, there would be no promotion.