Quotes About Renewal

I can't be bound by a past self I don't remember.

I'm allowed to have new dreams.

Just like that, with one phone call, she was a daughter again.

Told you. Everything sounds better in the car wash.

There were endless ways to spend your days, I knew that, none of them right or wrong. But given the chance for a real do-over, another way around, who would say no?

For you, I wish for second chances

She bought seeds and raided nurseries and mulched and composted and spent full days with her hands full of earth, coaxing life our of the dry, dull grass my father had spent years pushing a mower over.

The thing about Wes, Delia said to me, unwrapping another package of turkey, is that he thinks he can fix anything. And if he can't fix it, he can at least do something with the pieces of what's broken.

As I stepped out to face myself in the mirror, reaching a hand to smooth away the steam, I saw myself differently. It was as if I had grown again as I slept, but this time just to fit my own size. As if my soul had expanded, filling out the gaps of the height that had burdened me all these months. Like a balloon filling slowly with air, becoming all smooth and buoyant, I felt like I finally fit within myself, edge to edge, every crevice filled.

I tried to see it as bringing things full circle. I'd left and, in doing so, fractured myself. By returning, I'd be able to be whole again.

In the last few weeks, I had changed. But in my mind, those changes had been for the better. I was finally getting over things, stepping over the careful box I'd drawn around myself all those months ago.

He took the mess that was Macbeth and fixed it, and I wonder if he might, in some small way, be able to do the same for me.

There were endless ways to spend your days, I knew that, none of them right or wrong. But given the chance for a real do-over, another way around, who would say no? Not me. Not then. Call it crazy, or just chicken salad. But within reason, or even without it, I was in, too.

But something had changed in me, even if I didn't know what it was just yet. All I could think was that I felt alive for the first time since my birthday. From wherever she was, Cass had finally spoken to me, reaching out from dreamland to where I stood in this waking world, half-asleep and wobbly, under those bright, bright stars.

Because rain will wash away everything, if you let it.

In New York, when a tree dies, nobody mourns that it was cut down in its prime. Nobody counts the rings, notifies the loved ones. There are other trees. We can always squeeze in one more. Mind the tourists. It's a nice place to visit, but I wouldn't wanna live there.

Just as night always turns into day, there will always be endings that turn into new beginnings

There's a word in Japanese for being sad in the springtime – a whole word for just being sad – about how pretty the flowers are and how soon they're going to die.

There was probably a technical term for this, but it felt as though at a cellular level something had just rolled over instead of trying again.

Shall I run back into the desert ... and stay there until the devil has passed out of me and I am fit to meet human kind again without driving it to despair at the first look? I haven't had enough desert yet.

Atostogos suteiks man nauj? j?g? gr?žti prie savo neurasteniško gyvenimo.

What is the subconscious process of healing? What does it take? Perhaps it is something like how old schoolers would say you heal from a snakebite: having to spit out the venom again and again until there is no more.

If you want to mark your covenant with God, to seal your covenant with God, to renew your covenant with God, you have to eat the Lamb—the paschal lamb Who is our unleavened bread. It begins to sound familiar. "Unless you eat the flesh of the Son of man and drink His blood, you have no life in you" (Jn 6: 54).

The effect of our sharing in the body and blood of Christ is to change us into what we receive. ~