Quotes About Renewal

Anything whole can be broken," Isabelle told her. "And anything broken can be put back together again. That is the meaning of Abracadabra. I create what I speak.

My grandmother told me once that when you lose somebody you think you've lost the whole world as well, but that's not the way things turn out in the end. Eventually, you pick yourself up and look out the window, and once you do you see everything that was there before the world ended is out there still. There are the same apple trees and the same songbirds, and over our heads, the very same sky that shines like heaven, so far above us we can never hope to reach such heights.

The nature of love had totally escaped her until now. She had thought that if you lost it, you could never get it back, like a stone thrown down a well. But it was like the water at the bottom of the well, there when you can't even see it, shifting in the dark.

What is broken can also be mended.

She was beautiful. That's why her name was April.

Anything whole can be broken, and anything broken can be put back together again. That is the meaning of Abracadabra. I create what I speak.

You once said that just as anything whole can be broken, anything broken can be put back together again.

Things ended, and then they began again, only they would begin without Isabelle.

In two weeks a man could completely refashion his history; he could walk all the way to Ohio or Iowa, change his name and his accent, disappear into another life. In the woods, footprints faded, the wind rose up to disperse of clothing, flesh became grass.

Spring was madness in New England, all the world cone to love at once.

It was a warm and breezy day, too warm for Sally's heavy clothes, so she draped her coat over her arm. The sun went through the fabric of her dress, a hot hand across flesh and bones. Sally felt as though she'd been dead and now that she was back she was particularly sensitive to the world of the living: the touch of the wind against her skin, the gnats in the air, the scent of mud and new leaves, the sweetness of blues and greens.

Let love be one, let it heal what had been broken, let it open the door to hope for the future.

was in this way that the mother discovered that she still had the will to live, even now, and she was usually the first one to help when the cottage was rebuilt.

When you lose somebody you think you've lost the whole world as well but that's not the way things turn out in the end. Eventually you pick yourself up and look out the window and once you do see everything that was there before the world ended is out there still.

It was not about the sea or the sand, but burying her feet there had seemed to cure what had worried her...

His wife was beside him, buried in pillows. He was fifty-one and would be a new father again by the end of the year. This morning, woken by the wind, he had put his thumb to each fingertip, counting decades.

The last days of May are among the longest of the year.

But when she was finished running away, when she just went on, what would she put in his place?

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My life was over; my life had just begun.

When the dead are done with the living, the living can go on to other things.

Most of us, I suppose, have had at one time or another the impulse to leave behind our daily routines and responsibilities and seek out, temporarily, a new life.

You a low down dog is what's wrong. It's time to leave you and enter into the creation. And your dead body just the welcome mat I need.

Healing begins where the wound was made.