Quotes About Renewal

When I read things like the foundations of capitalism are shattering, I'm like, maybe we need that. Maybe we need some time where we're walking around with a donkey with pots clanging on the sides.

One day they'll let you out of that dry, empty cell. You'll return to the Separates, and you'll feel the rain once more. And you'll grow straight, this time, toward this sunlight. I know you will.

Even Jesus, the Savior of the world, had to take time each day to ask for his portion.

Time away from thinking about something is as valuable - perhaps even more so - than directly thinking about it.

Play until it's time to rest, then rest until it's time to play.

I didn't write songs for a very long time.

That was the first time I've drawn anything for seven years. I feel like I had been held underwater, and someone finally reached down and pulled my head up so I could breathe.

You've got to have fresh wardrobe. You can't just go out there looking like you did last time. That helps your transformation.

For hope is always born at the same time as love.

The flame of family can warm us and at the same time be a perpetual pilot light to rekindle us.

It's time to tear up the canvas and start over. It's time for the overhaul of humanity.

I think you're doing better than you were the last time we saw you. You're growing a new heart, for a start.

SATURDAY morning was come, and all the summer world was bright and fresh, and

El perdón es la fragancia que la violeta suelta cuando se levanta el zapato que la aplastó.

For a little while, hope made a show of reviving-not with any reason to back it, but only because it is its nature to revive when the spring has not been taken out of it by age and familiarity with failure.

SATURDAY morning was come, and all the summer world was bright and fresh

What a robust people, what a nation of thinkers we might be, if we would only lay ourselves on the shelf occasionally and renew our edges!

She said, The future is secure—I can wait, and enjoy the waiting. The most of her lost interests revived. She took up music again, and languages, drawing, painting, and the other long-discarded delights of her maidenhood. She was happy once more, and felt again the zest of life.

there was my eclipse beginning! The life went boiling through my veins; I was a new man! The rim of black spread slowly into the sun's disk, my heart beat higher and higher, and still the assemblage and the priest stared into the sky, motionless. I knew that this gaze would be turned upon me, next. When it was, I was ready. I was in one of the most grand attitudes I ever struck, with my arm stretched up pointing to the sun.

You can't resurrect a dead nation without it; there isn't any way.

What a robust people, what a nation of thinkers we might be, if we would only lay ourselves on the shelf occasionally and renew our edges! I

Our newness lies only in parts rearranged.

But tomorrow came faster than expected, as if the future were never somewhere else, but all along part of the fabric of every present, merely untwining itself again and again into a new distinction that could never be new again.

It was a year for the ages, like 79, like 1346, to name just a few. Forget the scythe, Goddamn it, I needed a broom or a mop. And I needed a vacation.