Quotes About Renewal

The moral sense reappears today with the same morning newness that has been from of old the fountain of beauty and strength. You say there is no religion now. 'Tis like saying in rainy weather, There is no sun, when at that moment we are witnessing one of its superlative effects.

At the gates of the forest, the surprised man of the world is forced to leave his city estimates of great and small, wise and foolish. The knapsack of custom falls off his back.

Finish each day before you begin the next, and interpose a solid wall of sleep between the two.

Nature abhors the old, and old age seems the only disease; all others run into this one.

I wiped away the weeds and foam,I fetched my sea-born treasures home;But the poor, unsightly, noisome thingsHad left their beauty on the shore,With the sun and the sand and the wild uproar.

Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.

The sky takes on shades of orange during sunrise and sunset, the colour that gives you hope that the sun will set only to rise again.

Life is all about Re-Inventing Yourself, so that you can rejoice every moment, just un-learn and let-go of the past and no sooner you do it, you stay afresh and are born again!"

Torn pages curl and brown. The flames fly up. In the flickering light a cry. Who will lift the fallen stones? Who will link the broken chain?

Spin and die, To live again a butterfly.

I soared above the song birds And never heard them sing I lived my life in winter And then you brought the spring

I listened to it last night for the first time since we started this project. I went out to my car and put it in and went to an empty parking lot and just listened and read the little pamphlet that came with it. After two or three songs I burst into tears.

Take Time Out. It's not a real vacation if you're reading email or calling in for messages.

Chiar dac? deÈ™ertul doreÈ™te ploaia ca s? se împrosp?teze ,deÈ™ertul are nevoie de soare pentru a È™ti c? este un deÈ™ert.

We cannot deceive ourselves about offering the whole world as a sacrifice if we ourselves do not die to the world. Saint Paul, after his exhortation to offer our bodies as a living and holy sacrifice, continued, "do not be confirmed to this world" (Romans 12:2), and elsewhere he declared, "The world has been crucified to me, and I to the world" (Galatians 6:14)

Et comment instruirait-il les enfants qu'il a devant lui, l'éducateur qui n'est même plus capable de redevenir enfant en renaissant chaque jour à lui-même? Celui qui porte dans son cœur le cadavre de son enfance n'éduquera jamais que des âmes mortes.

How can you tell it's the end of an era? When a suddenly intolerable present crystallizes in a short period of time what was so uneasily put up with in the past. And everyone is suddenly quite easily convinced that he or she is either going to be reborn in the birth of a new world, or die in the archaic netherworld of a society less and less adapted to the living.

I've been burdened with blame trapped in the past for too long, I'm moving on

Ouroboros in which a serpent swallows its own tail. This represents the perpetual, cyclic renewal of repeating cycles.

We worship fire because it is the closest sensation to what a man feels when love exists. Fire is a passage and a dance, but its destruction brings renewal.

Leave off losings, and take on winnings, Erase all mortal ends, give birth to only new beginnings, In a billion years of morning and a billion years of sleep.

Are you green and growing or ripe and rotting?

Becoming a Christian doesn't just add something to the old you; it creates a new you. The risen Christ indwells you now, never to leave (Rom. 8:10–11).

And so, for me, the only fiction that still means something today is the kind of fiction that tries to explore the possibilities of fiction beyond its own limitations; the kind of fiction that challenges the tradition that governs it; the kind of fiction that constantly renews our faith in man's intelligence and imagination rather than man's distorted view of reality; the kind of fiction that reveals man's playful irrationality rather than his righteous rationality.