Quotes About Renewal

Jutro jest wolne od bÅ'Ä™dów.

Es una de las cosas buenas de este mundo. Uno está siempre seguro de que habrá más primaveras. - Ana. Ana de Avonlea

deep inside me there's a perpetual seething, like the bottom of a geyser, and I keep hoping that things will come to an eruption once and for all, so that I can turn into a different person.

Talent is a spring from which fresh water is constantly flowing. But this spring loses its value if it is not used in the right way.

The man who said that one cannot step into the same river twice said something wrong; one can step into the same river twice.

Cada mañana hay que atravesar de nuevo la escoria muerta, para llegar al núcleo vivo y cálido.

Have you ever thought to go away and never come back? Run away and lose your tracks, to go to a place far away and start living again, living a new life, only yours, really live? Did you ever think?

After all, could anything worse befall me that what I had suffered and was still suffering at home? No doubt, I was only heading for new chains, but they surely wouldn't seem heavier than the ones I had just ripped from my ankles...

Hai mai pensato di andare via e non tornare mai più? Scappare e far perdere ogni tua traccia, per andare in un posto lontano e ricominiciare a vivere, vivere una vita nuova, solo tua, vivere davvero. Ci hai mai pensato?

Hai mai pensato di andare via e non tornare mai più? Scappare e far perdere ogni tua traccia, per andare in un posto lontano e ricominciare a vivere, vivere una vita nuova, solo tua, vivere davvero. Ci hai mai pensato?

Io non l'ho più questo bisogno, perché muoio ogni attimo, io, e rinasco nuovo e senza ricordi: vivo e intero, non più in me, ma in ogni cosa fuori

To think of death, to pray. It may be that there is one who yet has need of this, and it is to his need that the bells give voice. I no longer have any such need, for the reason that I am dying every instant, and being born anew and without memories: alive and whole, no longer in myself, but in everything outside.

Eu já não tenho essa necessidade, pois morro a cada instante, eu, e renasço novo e sem recordações: vivo e inteiro, já não dentro de mim, mas em cada coisa fora de mim.

From every ending comes a new beginning.

I'll never take it for granted again. I'll always be grateful for every spring that comes along.

We enter as pilgrims, as wayfarers—knowing there is something we are seeking, something nameless, beautiful, waiting, wanting. Something that will change us so thoroughly that our cozy slippers will no longer fit, that our cat will, at first, hiss upon our return, our hair tinted green with lichen, sweet root tendrils among our toes.

This is why parents want grandchildren. Really they want their own children back again, they long to feel that vanished and complete love.

Come Lord, and lift the fallen bird Abandoned on the ground; The soul bereft and longing so To have the lost be found. The heart that cries—let it but hear Its sweet love answering, Or out of ether one faint note Of living comfort wring. —Tom Merrill

The Spring can be more painful than any other time of the year. Summer is lazy and indifferent. Autumn is demanding and invigorating. Winter is numb and self-contained, but Spring has none of the palliatives. Every emotional nerve is close to the surface. Every sound and sight, every touch of the air is a summons to feel, to open your doors, to let life possess you and do what it likes with you.

Sometimes to get your life back, you have to face the death of what you thought your life would look like.

None of us is anyone any more. We all lost who we were. But we can all be something else, and I will be so happy to fly this rocket anywhere you suggest, even though you and Irene called it Nova Swing, which is the cheapest name I ever heard.

That's how the universe keeps going, arii. It makes itself new in every generation that discovers it for the first time.

Esquecer é uma necessidade. A vida é uma lousa, em que o destino, para escrever um novo caso, precisa de apagar o caso escrito.

senti que os pensamentos dolorosos que me haviam torturado durante a noite esvaneceram-se à luz da manhã, como verdadeiras aves da noite e da solidão (Confissões de uma viúva moça)