Quotes About Renewal

The Lord never gets tired of forgiving us. It is we who get tired of asking for forgiveness.

So we must continue to ransom the time, to restore all things in Christ.

O happy he, who still renews The hope, from Error's deeps to rise forever! That which one does not know, one needs to use; And what one knows, one uses never.

Tanr? biliyor ya! Ço?u zaman, bir daha uyanmama iste?iyle, hatta bazen bir daha uyanmama umuduyla yat?yorum yata??ma; sabah gözlerimi aç?p da güne?i gördü?ümde içerliyorum.

Astfel se deschide mugurul iubirii în întreaga sa frumuse?e ?i modestie. Mi se p?rea c? o prim?var? întreag? ?i-ar fi scuturat deodat? florile peste mine.

Wer lebt Man sieht die Blumen welken Und die Blätter fallen, aber man sieht auch die Früchte reifen und die Knospen keimen. Das Leben gehört den Lebendigen an und wer lebt, muss auf Wechsel gefasst sein.

Bir ahenk de?il midir yüre?inden ç?kagelen Ve yüre?ine dünyay? yeniden geri çeken?

Everything is just how I imagined it, yet everything is new

Honrad la memoria de la serpiente! —dijo el hombre de la lámpara—. Le debéis la vida, tu pueblo le debe el puente por el cual las dos orillas se unen y se vivifican como pueblos. Aquellas resplandecientes gemas que están en el agua, los restos de su cuerpo sacrificado, son los pilares de este hermoso puente. Sobre ellos ella misma se edificó y sola se mantendrá.

The year is dying. The wind blows across the stubble and finds there is nothing left for it to shake. Only the red berries on their slender trees still seem to want to remind us of something merrier and the beat of the thresher awakens in us the thought of how much life and nourishment lies hidden in the cut-down ear of corn.

Die Nachtigall, sie war entfernt, Der Frühling lockt sie wieder; Was Neues hat sie nicht gelernt, Singt alte liebe Lieder.

E s'abituava a disfarsi di tutto, per non aver più niente da perdere.

Der Tod ist nur ein Trick der Natur, um viel Leben zu haben.

Ihr Schauspiel ist immer neu, weil sie immer neue Zuschauer schafft. Leben ist ihre schönste Erfindung und der Tod ist ihr Kunstgriff, viel Leben zu haben.

Die Natur Ihr Schauspiel ist immer neu, weil sie immer neue Zuschauer schafft. Leben ist ihre schönste Erfindung und der Tod ist ihr Kunstgriff, viel Leben zu haben.

Our passions are, in truth, like the phoenix. When the old one burns away, the new one rises out of its ashes at once.

Sempre la speranza di ristabilire l'antica felicità si riaccende nell'essere umano.

Un ramo giovane si innesta volentieri e facilmente sul vecchio tronco sul quale non s'innesterebbe facilmente più nessun ramo adulto.

Much that is beautiful must be discarded So that we may resemble a taller Impression of ourselves.

And so we turn the page over To think of starting. This is all there is.

Think spring. We do. Slow down.

Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves, O flakes of snow, For which, through naked trees, the winds A-mourning go? Or are ye angels, bearing home The host unseen Of truant spirits, to be clad Again in green?

Out of the dusk a shadow,Then a spark;Out of the clouds a silence,Then a lark;Out of the heart a rapture,Then a pain;Out of the dead, cold ashes,Life again.

These days I must take the world in small and carefully measured doses. It is a sort of homeopathic cure I am undergoing, though I am not certain what this cure is meant to mend. Perhaps I am learning to live amongst the living again. Practising, I mean. But no, that is not it. Being here is just a way of not being anywhere.