Quotes About Renewal

We don't want John Wick to retire again; we're glad he's back in the game. We want a sequel or a prequel. There's a lot of fertile ground to cover.

When the curtain falls, the best thing an actor can do is to go away.

I think that it's really important to go away and come back.

Most days, I go home and I feel rejuvenated. I feel ebullient.

I've been a golden boy for too long.

The foundation that has made America that last, best hope on earth hasn't gone anywhere. It still exists. It is up to us to return to it.

Build Back Better did not make the finish line; it stumbled right at the ribbon. And its death, by the way, is good news for Americans.

It is a good thing to start fresh.

Just getting away from the game, getting away from basketball was a good thing for me.

I like to flip flop, but making your days work to find a laugh is a really good way to spend a day. I appreciate it more going away and then coming back to it.

Lighting is a good way to change the look of a place without spending much.

Auto-Lullaby Think of a sheep knitting a sweater; think of your life getting better and better. Think of your cat asleep in a tree; think of that spot where you once skinned your knee. Think of a bird that stands in your palm. Try to remember the Twenty-first Psalm. Think of a big pink horse galloping south; think of a fly, and close your mouth. If you feel thirsty, then drink from your cup. The birds will keep singing until they wake up.

Here and there even in our world, and now and then, even in ourselves, we catch glimpeses of a New Creation, which, fleeting as those glipmses are apt to be, give us hope both for this life and for whatever life may await us later on.

He also said we should carve in the year and place where I was born, but I said no. As a man dies many times before he's dead, so does he wend from birth to birth until, by grace, he comes alive at last.

What keeps the wild hope of Christmas alive year after year in a world notorious for dashing all hopes is the haunting dream that the child who was born that day may yet be born again even in us.

What's lost is nothing to what's found, and all the death that ever was, set next to life, would scarcely fill a cup.

In answer, the news of the Gospel is that extraordinary things happen. ... Lear goes berserk on a heath but comes out of it for a few brief hours every inch a king. Zaccheus climbs up a sycamore tree a crook and climbs down a saint. Paul sets out a hatchet man for the Pharisees and comes back a fool for Christ.

And it seems to me the world is a manger, the whole bloody mess of it, where God is being born again and again and again and again and again and again. You've got your mind on so many other things. You are so busy with this and that, you don't see it. You don't notice it.

To say that I was born again, to use that traditional phrase, is to say too much because I remained in most ways as self-centered and squeamish after the fact as I was before, and God knows remain so still. And in another way to say that I was born again is to say too little because there have been more than a few such moments since, times when from beyond time something too precious to tell has glinted in the dusk, always just out of reach, like fireflies.

Men talk much of a new birth. The fact is fundamental. But the mistake is in treating it as an incident which can only happen to a man once in a lifetime: whereas the whole journey of life is a succession of them. A new life springs up in the soul with the discovery of every new agency by which the soul is raised to a higher level of wisdom: goodness and joy.

In what new skin will the old snake come forth?

Let those who are wearied with the clash of warring nations ... turn their attention to the silent life of vegetation ... and remember that the earth continues to teem with new life.

But now day breaks! I waited and saw it come, And what I saw, the hallowed, my word shall convey, For she, she herself, who is older than the ages And higher than the gods of Orient and Occident, Nature has now awoken amid the clang of arms, And from high Aether down to the low abyss, According to fixed law, begotten, as in the past, on holy Chaos, Delight, the all-creative, Delights in self-renewal.

versprecht ihr mir, Ihr Wälder meiner Jugend, wenn ich komme, die Ruhe noch einmal wieder?