Quotes About Renewal

Every brand new day is a new lesson.

Here comes the rain again. It's a blessing.

Remember the acorn; It does not devour other acorns.

Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.

Barbarism is needed every four or five hundred years to bring the world back to life. Otherwise it would die of civilization.

For death is only a loss of radiance , and birth is only the beginning of a separate journey.

When one flowers dies, another is born.

First, anyone who seriously intends to become a philosopher must "once in his life" withdraw into himself and attempt, within himself, to overthrow and build anew all the sciences that, up to then, he has been accepting. Philosophy wisdom (sagesse) is the philosophizer's quite personal affair. It must arise as His wisdom, as his self-acquired knowledge tending toward universality, a knowledge for which he can answer from the beginning, and at each step, by virtue of his own absolute insights.

Her birth was of the womb of morning dew.

For whatsoever from one place doth fall, Is with the tide unto an other brought: For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.

Es posible que tenga algo que ver con el trópico, aquí todo madura y se descompone con facilidad. Nada persiste.

The fasts are done; the Aves said; The moon has filled her horn And in the solemn night I watch Before the Easter morn. So pure, so still the starry heaven, So hushed the brooding air, I could hear the sweep of an angel's wings If one should earthward fare.

April comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.

Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of words and people, Sick of the city, wanting the sea

Ah! Up then from the ground sprang I And hailed the earth with such a cry As is not heard save from a man Who has been dead, and lives again. About the trees my arms I wound; Like one gone mad I hugged the ground; I raised my quivering arms on high; I laughed and laughed into the sky...

I would I were alive again To kiss the fingers of the rain, To drink into my eyes the shine Of every slanting silver line, To catch the freshened, fragrant breeze From drenched and dripping apple-trees. For soon the shower will be done, And then the broad face of the sun Will laugh above the rain-soaked earth Until the world with answering mirth Shakes joyously, and each round drop Rolls twinkling, from its grass-blade top.

Degraded bird, I give you back your eyes forever, ascend now whither you are tossed; Forsake this wrist, forsake this rhyme; Soar, eat ether, see what has never been seen; depart, be lost, But climb.

I would I were alive again To kiss the fingers of the rain, To drink into my eyes the shine Of every slating silver line, To catch the freshened, fragrant breeze From drenched and dripping apple-trees.

Me encantan los días de lluvia. Desde chico. Siempre me ha parecido una imbecilidad que la gente hable de "mal tiempo" cuando llueve. ¿Mal tiempo por qué?

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that ia eternity.

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.

The plow of mortality drives through the stubble, turns over rocks and sod and weeds to cover the old, the worn-out, the husks, shells, empty seedpods and sapless roots, clearing the field for the next crop. A ruthless, brutal process—but clean and beautiful.

With a tear for the dark past, turn we then to the dazzling future, and, veiling our eyes, press forward. The long and weary winter of the race is ended. Its summer has begun. Humanity has burst the chrysalis. The heavens are before it.

He was to know THE RENEWAL OF LIFE; the seasons that chilled to winter should yet bring again the bloom and the mirth of spring. Man's common existence is as one year to the vegetable world: he has his spring, his summer, his autumn, and winter, — but only ONCE.