Quotes About Renewal

Some of the ceilings and walls were so cracked and broken that they had to be replastered. Openings were cut through walls and doors were being put where no doors had been before. Old broken chimney pots were being taken down and new ones were being taken up and fixed in their

To Ovid (F, 1, 149 ff.), surprised that time does not recommence in spring, Janus replies that 'the winter solstice is the first day of the new sun and the last of the old' (ibid., 163).

Six days a week we seek to dominate the world, on the seventh we seek to dominate the self ... In the tempestuous ocean of time and toil there are islands of stillness where man may enter a harbor and reclaim his dignity. The island is the seventh day, the Sabbath, a day of detachment from things, instruments and practical affairs as well as of attachment to the spirit.

Memang, seperti di Indonesia, daripada dilemparkan ke dalam keranjang sampah sejarah, ketidaksetaraan kelas berinteraksi dengan identitas-identitas nonkelas untuk memberi kehidupan baru kepada pembagian-pembagian etnis dan agama.

It is as if I were beginning the game all over again, neither happier nor unhappier than before. But aware now of where my strength lies, scornful of my own vanities

A soldier asked Abba Mius if God accepted repentance. After the old man had taught him many things he said, "Tell me my dear [friend], if your cloak is torn, do you throw it away?" He replied, "No, I mend it and use it again." The old man said to him, "If you are so careful about your cloak, will not God be equally careful of his creatures?" (Apoth., Mius 3, p. 150)

La muerte no existe, existe la eterna metamorfosis. La

Midlife is not the end of anything, but in fact the beginning of a whole new phase you can look forward to.

Take the time to come home to yourself every day.

That way you can put me out of my misery and I can begin to carry on with my life.

Leave off sniffing the carcass of your old life-do you enjoy unending pain? There is no shame in walking away from bones. Nor is there any special wisdom in injuring oneself over and over. What is your loyalty to that pain? To abandon it will not lessen you.

There are endings. There are beginnings. Sometimes they coincide, with the ending of one thing marking the beginning of another. But sometimes there is simply a long space after an ending, a time when it seems everything else has ended and nothing else can ever begin.

Leave old pains alone. When they cease coming to call, do not invite them back.

But all fires, of wood or grief, burn down to ashes eventually.

Something clamped tight inside her suddenly eased. He had been right. She did not have to grip her pain. She could let it go. The memory was still there. It had not vanished, but it had changed. It was a memory, a thing from her past. This wound could close and heal. The injury done to her was over. She did not have to keep it as a part of herself. She could allow herself to heal. Her tears were diluted in the rain that ran down her face.

And what do you believe?" A slow smile spread over his face. "I believe in you. You are my new beginning.

You should leave off sniffing the carcass of your old life, my brother. You may enjoy unending pain. I do not. There is no shame in walking away from bones, Changer. He finally swiveled his head to stare at me from his deep-set eyes. Nor is there any special wisdom in injuring oneself over and over. What is your loyalty to that pain? To abandon it will not lessen you." "p. 94 Nighteyes to Fitz

Death fed life.

Why not break free now, and make Bingtown a place where folk begin anew, all men standing on an equal footing?" "And all women, too." She must be Sparse's daughter, thought Keffria. Even her voice echoed his in tone. Devouchet looked at her in surprise. "It was but a manner of speaking, Ekke," he said mildly. "A manner of speaking becomes a manner of thinking.

When the bee to the earth does fall, the butterfly comes back to change all

A bad end is just a new beginning

Maulkin abruptly heaved himself out of his wallow with a wild thrash that left the atmosphere hanging thick with particles. Shreds of his shed skin floated with the sand and muck like the dangling remnants of dreams when one awakes.

Few things are so exhilarating as good health on a clear spring morning

It was as it had to be. I had moved on to another life. I could not expect the old one to be held ajar for me forever.