Quotes About Renewal

Henceforward burn what thou hast worshipped, and worship what thou hast burned.

Even buddhas are subject to the conditions in which they appear, and enlightenment is not a fixed state that we can hold on to. It must be renewed, rediscovered, as we ourselves are renewed and rediscovered.

When we take the time to breathe, listen, and rest from the daily grind, we will slowly but surely begin to see miracles bubbling up in our lives.

Be sure to get away often enough that you are regularly exposed to God's art and able to remember that He is transcendent above all the details of your life.

Our story is over, though in its end lies its beginning.

How could I not love you, my sweet Annora? You brought me back to life again. You made the house a home. You made my daughters laugh. You even made me look up again and see God. I want you to come back and be part of my life. Now. Always.

From pulp you are and to pulp you shall return.

Quanto più sapremo guardare al 'classico' non come una morta eredità che ci appartiene senza nostro merito, ma come qualcosa di profondamente sorprendente ed estraneo, da riconquistare ogni giorno, come un potente stimolo ad intendere il 'diverso', tanto più da dirci esso avrà nel futuro.

With dewdrops dripping, I wish somehow I could wash this perishing world

Austin: "Well it is like salvation sort of. I mean the smell. I love the smell of toast. And the sun's coming up. It makes me feel like anything's possible. Y'know?

These woods are where silence has come to lick its wounds.

You don't get to keep the feelings for someone you once loved. Once you've washed your hands of that person, all those feelings, all that dirty water is washed out to sea. There is no word for that dirty water.

Every year on your birthday, you get a chance to start new.

Youth is like spring, an overpraised season

Let's have some new clich

Let's have some new clichés.

Keep close to Nature's heart, yourself; and break clear away, once in a while, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean... [John Muir to Samuel Hall Young]

New things are made familiar, and familiar things are made new.

Sorrow is the mere rust of the soul. Activity will cleanse and brighten it.

reaffirming their Western identity and Westerners accepting their civilization as unique not universal and uniting to renew and preserve it against challenges from non-Western societies.

I pass beneath a fixed white line of trees where dry leaves lie for footsteps to dismember. They crackle with a muted sound like fear. That and the wind are all that I can hear. I ask cold air, "What is the word that frees?" The wind says, "Change," and the white sun, "Remember.

All life is a rhythm," she said as I sat up. "All death is a rhythm suspended, a syncopation before life resumes." She picked up my machete. "Play something." She held the handle out. "Make music.

When the smoke thins, I can look across at the other buildings. So many of the windows are broken. Maybe the maintenance men in Arthur's office have already started putting in new panes.

Hope is the cordial that keeps life from stagnating.