Quotes About Renewal

The world is a new place, but it still needs to be remade. We still need revolutionaries.

Don't you think you should retire again? The first retiral seems to have got mislaid.

And that was when she realized that laughter, which they had lost, had come back to them, and they were whole again.

How, in twenty days, do you create for a man a new and irresistible motive for his existence? And how, this done, do you preserve him and his family from a blow so devastating as to be, in some ways, worse than self-destruction?

Quel changement, Strozzi had said, and it was true. The change was there, and not only in the chamois and lawn, replacing the velvet, the rubies, the gold tissue. It was as if all about him had been stripped down and cleansed and reduced, without blurring, to its true structure. And his eyes, which were smiling, were clear.

Every year, back comes Spring, with nasty little birds yapping their fool heads off and the ground all mucked up with plants.

You were perfectly fine.

My land is bare of chattering folk; the clouds are low along the ridges, and sweet's the air with curly smoke from all my burning bridges.

Let the past die, my child, and go gaily on from its unmarked grave.

This isn't my head I've got on now. I think this is something that used to belong to Walt Whitman.

It's like trying to explain to the Amazon River, the Mississippi, the Congo, and the Nile how the coming of the Atlantic Ocean will affect them. The first thing to understand is that river rules will no longer apply.

There are times, however, when whatever your metabolism you have to take a deep breath.

Spring is overrated.

So where do you start when you want to start your life again?

If you don't change, then what's the point of anything happening to you? It'll still be happening to an unchanged person.

I cry because the future has once again found its sparkle and has grown a million times larger. And I cry because I am ashamed of how badly I have treated the people I love–of how badly I behaved during my own personal Dark Ages–back before I had a future and someone who cared for me from above. It is like today the sky opened up and only now am I allowed to enter

Truth be told, John said, the one thing in this world I want more than anything else is a great big crowbar, to jimmy myself open and take whatever creature that's sitting inside and shake it clean like a rug and then rinse it in a cold, clear lake like up in Oregon, and then I want to put it under the sun to let it heal and dry and grow and sit and come to consciousness again with a clear and quiet mind.

Humans are part of nature, and nature is one great big wood chipper. Sooner or later, everything shoots out the other end in a spray of blood, bones, and hair.

You know what the best thing is about the end of the day? Tomorrow, it starts all over again.

I then return to my seat and something happens to me-- something inside me is exhausted and worn and stops spinning and I break down and cry. I cry because the future has once again found its sparkle and grown a million times larger. And I cry because... of how badly I behaved during my own personal Dark Ages-- back before I had a future and someone who cared for me from above. It is like today the sky opened up and only now am I allowed to enter.

But when you're caked in your own leavings, you don't really mind being hit with brutally hard jets of water.

When the ideas or forms we need are banished, we seek their residues wherever we can trace them

Over and over, starting to wake I dive back to discover you

Of course, there are those churches today that are inspired by the real living presence of Christ, but as a whole, Christianity needs new life breathed into it. It needs to be challenged to awaken from the old structures that confine spirit, so that the perennial spirit of awakening can flourish once again.