Quotes About Renewal

Hope had been that thing with burnt feathers buried in her soul, but now it was waking up, stretching, beating fresh wings in the ashes.

Bury the embers, extinguish the spark We plunge ourselves in the well of dark Far from voices that trouble and chatter Down, deep down, where worries don't matter Our minds all teem with the unseen thing But night is a blink and sleep but a dream Wake, wake, see things as they seem

The next afternoon break, Miri joined the others outside. The sun's glare off the snow made her eyes water, but it seemed the most beautiful day Miri could remember. The sky was achingly blue. The snow that crunched under her boot spread over stone and hillock like spilled cream. The cold made the world feel clean and new, a day for beginnings.

Life feels like fall of itself." "'A dream within a dream." "And I want to wake up.

The End… is only the beginning.

But fluttery hope suggested that when she was ready to open back up, perhaps all emotions wouldn't be stones-pressing-chest horrible. She had no specific expectations. She just contemplated that bird's heartbeat inside her and considered it was time to take a chance.

Air so clean you could drink it like water.

There you go...let it all slide out. Unhappiness can't stick in a person's soul when it's slick with tears.

The reason we feel old is cuz we live old...change the way you live and you"ll change the way you feel.

Please, God, help me not to be afraid to love again.

That's what God does. He doesn't try to cover up our flaws; He starts from scratch and makes us new.

I inhale hope with every breath I take.

Ashes don't necessarily signify an end.

in a sky whose darkness is fading, that first dream, from which I am now waking.

Once, each summer, I howl, and draw myself back, out of there

And then there is the spring park, damp as if freshly peeled, sweet greenhouse, green cemetery with no dead in it—except, in some shaded woods, under some years of leaves and rotted cones, the body of a warbler like a whole note fallen from the sky—my old love for him, like a songbird's rib cage picked clean.

To reteach a thing its loveliness is the nature of metta. Through lovingkindness, everyone & everything can flower again from within.

Amalie took his hand and spread it against her heart. Her smile was utterly tranquil. 'The world changes and the world stays the same', she told him, ... 'The old moon sets. New moon rises.

Yet the world is the same as it always was. It is merely that you see it with new eyes.

Once you've had your life burn down, it takes time to be a Phoenix.

There is a time in late September when the leaves are still green, and the days are still warm, but somehow you know that it is all about to end, as if summer was holding its breath, and when it let it out again, it would be autumn.

Seasons didn't come behind the nicotine-stained walls of Mountain City's prison, so Harm always imagined it spring--the locust trees clustered with shaggy white blooms, the wet woods flecked with bloodroot, and wild roses and honeysuckle flashing white among the chestnuts on the mountainsides...

Everything is recycled in India, even dreams.

That was one thing about life we had to believe in, and that was transformation.