Quotes About Renewal

I think when you get past your second album, it all becomes something of a routine. So you have to struggle against that, find a way of making what you do sound fresh and new each time.

Letting a project sit and coming back to it is just as important as working on it all the time. You need to come back to it with fresh eyes.

Fresh or changing conditions ferment fresh forms.

A lot of times people say they want a fresh start, but you can't really have a fresh start because it doesn't happen that way.

And Jacksonville was just a clear choice, after knowing that I just needed a fresh start, and everything is just new here.

I always make sure that every film of mine has some element of freshness to it.

I hope there's a 'Fullest House.' I hope it never ends. We'll just keep rebooting it.

ella habia dado la vida por sentada, cuando, en verad , se trataba de un milagr que se renovaba día a día

Then sometime there in late March, after the Indian violets had come, we would be gathering on the mountain and the wind, raw and mean, would change for just a second. It would touch your face as soft as a feather. It had an earth smell. You knew springtime was on the way. The next day, or the next (you would commence to hold your face out for the feel), the soft touch would come again. It would last a little longer and be sweeter and smell stronger.

There's naught as nice as th' smell o' good clean earth, except th' smell o' fresh growin' things when th' rain falls on 'em.

It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine, and things pushing up and working under the earth

And over walls and earth and trees and swinging sprays and tendrils the fair green veil of tender little leaves had crept, and in the grass under the trees and the gray urns in the alcoves and here and there everywhere were touches or splashes of gold and purple and white and the trees were showing pink and snow above his head and there were fluttering of wings and faint sweet pipes and humming and scents and scents.

When new beautiful thoughts began to push out the old hideous ones, life began to come back to him, his blood ran healthily through his veins and strength poured into him like a flood.

Fair fresh leaves, and buds—and buds—tiny at first but swelling and working Magic until they burst and uncurled into cups of scent delicately spilling themselves over their brims and filling the garden air.

and there she was standing on the grass, which seemed to have turned green, and with the sun pouring down on her and warm sweet wafts about her and the fluting and twittering and singing coming from every bush and tree. She clasped her hands for pure joy and looked up in the sky and it was so blue and pink and pearly and white and flooded with springtime light that she felt as if she must flute and sing aloud herself

Frances Hodgson Burnett

Frances Hodgson Burnett

I've seen the spring now and I'm going to see the summer. I'm going to see everything grow here. I'm going to grow here myself. That

I don't want to be queer, and I'm not going to be. I'll shall stop being queer if I go every day to the garden. There is magic in there...

Is the spring coming? he said. What is it like? You don't see it in rooms if you are ill. It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine, and things pushing up and working under the earth, said Mary.

When new beautiful thoughts begin to push out the old hideous ones, life begins to come back... Much more surprising things can happen to anyone who, when a disagreeable or discouraged thought comes into his mind, just has the sense to remember in time and push it out by putting in an agreeable, determinedly courageous one. Two things cannot be in one place: 'Where you tend a rose, my lad, A thistle cannot grow.

But after a few days spent almost entirely out of doors she wakened

I used always to be tired. When I dig I'm not tired at all. I like to smell the earth when it's turned up [...] There's naught as nice as th' smell o' good clean earth, except th' smell o' fresh growin' things when th' rain falls on 'em

I shall get well! I shall get well!" he cried out. "Mary! Dickon! I shall get well! And I shall live forever and ever and ever!