Quotes About Renewal

humiliation of the past behind her, and try again?

sufrimiento no disminuye solo porque lo hayas sentido antes. Es nuevo cada vez, y corta con el mismo filo vivo. —¿Qué

Sweet to think on it, that when we are last weary of all this world there is the rising sun

You have to pass away from what failed you into what can sustain you. Otherwise - there is no hope.

And I knew only what all men know, that the cycle of winter and spring and all growing things has within itself some sublime truth that restores without myth or language.

And so we remain immortal; we remain frightened; we remain anchored to what we can control. It all starts again; the wheel turns; we are the vampires; because there are no others; the new coven is formed.

The young reinvent the universe," he said. "And they give the new universe to us as their gift.

Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts.

Civilizations rise and fall, my friend,' I said. Old gods give way to new ones.

Those clothes. Impossible. I mean, tomorrow night, as they say in the twentieth century, you will lose that sweater and those pants.

How could I take from this boy the cup he'd barely tasted? He was a dead creature brought back to life.

and sometimes I can't reach for any knowledge that I ought to possess. I feel desolate, but then knowledge returns or I seek it out in a new source.

Knowledge drifts in and out of my mind," said Lestat with a little look of honest distress and a shake of his head. "I devour it and then I lose it and sometimes I can't reach for any knowledge that I ought to possess. I feel desolate, but then knowledge returns or I seek it out in a new source.

I was part of life once more and my heart was beating to a human pace.

Life is too strong to be contained. It is never destroyed. Divorced from the flesh, it moves through all matter and form to find flesh again.

I become dim and shriveled, somehow, at my very core if I am away from the sea too long.

So clear that you could see every delicate vein in the lacquered new leaves; so soft that you felt the air on newly bared arms like velvet; so suffused with every shade of green that it seemed that your very blood ran green, in harmony.

For years, she had been in mourning for the way she had let her life slip through her fingers. Given another chance, she'd told herself, she would take more care to experience it. But lately, she was finding that she had experienced it after all and just forgotten, and now it was returning to her.

At night she still woke up, she still mulled and worried and reflected and regretted, but after an hour or so now she would drift back into sleep, and by morning she felt well rested. She felt more or less normal, in fact.

And sometimes, he said, you get to what you thought was the end and you find it's a whole new beginning.

Sometimes, after an especially trying day, she felt an urge to burn everything she had worn.

It has always been a happy thought to me that the creek runs on all night, new every minute, whether I wish it or know it or care, as a closed book on a shelf continues to whisper to itself its own inexhaustible tale.

It has always been a happy thought to me that the creek runs on all night, new every minute, whether I wish it or know it or care, as a closed book on a shelf continues to whisper to itself its own inexhaustible tale. So many things have been shown so to me on these banks, so much light has illumined me by reflection here where the water comes down, that I can hardly believe that this grace never flags, that the pouring from ever-renewable sources is endless, impartial, and free.

It is difficult to undo our own damage, and to recall to our presence that which we have asked to leave.