Quotes About Renewal

Relinquishment is what spiritual teachers mean when they say, "die before you die.

Just as your lungs breathe in and then breathe out, it's necessary for things to fall away so that life can breathe new again. This is one of the laws of the universe: that everything you see, taste, touch, and feel will eventually disappear back into the source from which it came, only to be reborn and appear yet again, receding again back into the source..

Learning is ever in the freshness of its youth, even for the old.

Old men are children once again a dream that sways and wavers into the hard light of day.

Time cleanses what it touches over time.

Thou needs must spit it out and make clean thy mouth.

Sweet is a grief well ended.

Wood already touched by fire is not hard to set alight

Every new development that arises is like the shake you give to a kaleidoscope—the thing changes entirely in aspect.

I have enjoyed greatly the second blooming... suddenly you find - at the age of 50, say - that a whole new life has opened before you.

A volte si apre un abisso fra il passato e il futuro. Quando una persona si è incamminata nella valle all'ombra della morte, e ne torna fuori alla luce del sole...è allora, mon cher, che comincia una nuova vita. Il passato non serve più.

You must revive

If we are to heal the planet, we must begin by healing birthing.

Life is just a jorney between Delete and Recycle Bin !!

Trees make me believe that we can also renew and reshape our lives, no matter what we face life.

It is not a dead society that we want to revive. We leave that to those who go in for exoticism. Nor is it the present colonial society that we wish to prolong, the most putrid carrion that ever rotted under the sun. It is a new society that we must create.

In fact, you could say that I became a poet by renouncing poetry.

your face like a village asleep at the bottom of a lake which is reborn to daylight from the grass and from the year germinates

measured by the clock click of the serpent-minute the explosion after which it is proper to appreciate that the brutal fist of the terrorist crack of dawn has just planted at the top of the most forgotten poui its adornment of fire its dolmen of blood its flag of rage and renewal

I have made a pact with the night, I have felt it softly healing me

the forest remembers that the last word can only be the flaming cry of the bird of ruins in the bowl of the storm

It seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.

When people went on vacation, they shed their home skins, thought they could be a new person.

You cannot step into the same river twice. Maybe that's because rivers, like people, are constantly changing