Quotes About Renewal

Smell The Cheese Often So You Know When It Is Getting Old

Elizabeth] Bishop's poetry gave me something that I hadn't found before. A space to breathe.

He argued—in a line for which Jefferson would get the dubious credit, speaking of a different revolution—that "civil wars in the political systems, like bleeding to the human body, or thunderstorms in due season, are salutary.

Adesso spegniamo la luce e, fino a domattina, niente più dispiaceri. Domani, se ne avremo voglia, ce ne procureremo di nuovi. Va bene?

When we have a change of heart on the inside, it manifests itself on the outside.

It is not too late. It is not too hard. You are not too much. God's mercies are new every morning. There is mercy in his eyes even now.

The voice of Shame says, I basically hate me; I need to get rid of me. The voice of Discipline says, I've got to fix me, because me is not good. God says, I love you; let me restore you. I like that one best. 

Offenses that are held on to lead to death.

You are not disappointing him now. You may be disappointed, but he is not. Jesus knew what he was in for when he came "to seek and to save what was lost" (Luke 19:10). He came to seek and to save all that was lost—in our loving and living and dreaming and longing. He has saved us, and he is saving us still. We are being transformed into the very image of Christ. Whether we feel like it or not.

We are being transformed into the very image of Christ. Whether we feel like it or not.

God invites us to join him in the process whereby he heals our inner world so he can transform our outer world.

Hope is the nutrient-rich soil in which joy flourishes.

Ogni notte è meravigliosa quando torni vivo da un campo di battaglia, o esci da un ospedale, o lasci una prigione, bella è la gioia degli scampati, dei guariti, dei salvi, anche se sarà breve.

Anche dalle apocalissi si può tornare indietro, se uno ha il coraggio di guardarci dentro. Ma voi non avete questo coraggio. Parlate di tutte le apocalissi, meno che della vostra. Lasciate pure a noi spiriti l'ultimo colpo di spada. Non posso spiegarle cosa accadrà, Hacarus. Tutto ciò che è troppo diverso da quello che siete soliti pensare, voi lo chiamate nulla. Bene, dopo di noi ci sarà il nulla. E in questo nulla qualcosa ricomincerà.

Lupetto stanco morto in dormiveglia sente che il mondo tutti i giorni perde un pezzo prezioso, e bisogna subito sostituirlo

Life is a groundless ground: no sooner does it appear, than it disappears, only to renew itself, then immediately break up and vanish again. It pours forth endlessly, like the river of Heraclitus into which one cannot step twice. If you try to grasp it, it slips away between your fingers.

Something had changed. History resumed.

I like to wake up each morning and not know what I think, that I may reinvent myself in some way.

Am I the same person i was fifty years ago? Every molecule and cell of my body has been replaced many times over.

Which of us can't honestly almost sob with joy when spring happens? You see that once again these leaves are being pushed out of dead branches, and blossoms, and insects are flying towards them is this fantastic process going on. And somehow we've allowed ourselves to feel outside it as if we are special. We've given ourselves a god like status, which is very dangerous I think, and very foolish.

Each moment, the world washes its hands of you, starts all over again. Easy as that. Wonderful as that.

Writing is not life, but I think that sometimes it can be a way back to life.

The goodbyes we speak and the goodbyes we hear are the good byes that tell us we're still alive.

A change is as good as a rest.