Quotes About Renewal

So the shortest day came, and the year died

Where did they go? Where the leaves go in autumn, Will said. Bran looked at him and seemed suddenly to relax; he grinned. There's poetic, now. Will laughed. It's true. Of course, the trouble with leaves is, they grow again...

wants a second chance.

Sometimes life was hard, she thought, walking across the grass to be with her friends. Just when you least expected it, you had to start over. There was pain in that, but also satisfaction. With or without her wanting it to, life moved on. And she would, too.

Perhaps gardening could be a metaphor for life, she thought happily. Do a little digging and get rid of everything that's bothering you.

I think that's what a fresh start is all about. Not ignoring the past, but seeing it through the eyes of God, through the eyes of grace. Knowing where we've been and where we're going. A fresh start isn't about forgetting; it's about perspective.

Change always happens... We adjust to it. Somehow we figure out a way. We straighten what we can or learn how to like something a little crooked. That's how it is. Something breaks, you fix it as best you can. There's always a way to make something better, even if it means sweeping up the broken pieces and starting all over. That's how we keep moving, keep breathing, keep opening our eyes every morning, even when the only thing we know for sure is that we're still alive.

I am trying to check my habits of seeing, to counter them for the sake of a greater freshness. I am trying to be unfamiliar with what I'm doing.

Regenerative experiences: Plunge into the sea. The sun. An old city. Silence.

put herself back together again and again. She would drink the forest liquids and drench herself in possibility.

provide energy on the days the sun could not. The batteries were old

Sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.

Unexpected change is like a breath of fresh air -- a little brisk at first, but magic for the body and soul.

The trees had long since dropped their colorful matntles of leaves. The grass had gone dormant and lay dry and beaten down, as if it would never grow again. An air of bleakness hovered everywhere, giving the place a sense of waiting. A good, clean snowfall would change everything.

O que você mudaria em sua vida se pudesse começar tudo de novo, o que faria, quem seria, para onde iria é o que abraçaria?

I'm sure of one thing," she said earnestly. "It hurts to—to let go of anything beautiful. But something will come to take its place, something different, of course, but better. The future's always better than we can possibly think it will be . . . We ought to live confidently. Because whatever's ahead, it's going to be better than we've had.

had a long drink of water. It was delicious and refreshing (it had been a cloud only hours before).

The old King is dead. The new King approaches! And at his approach the world sheds its sorrow. The sings of the old King dissolve like morning mist! The world assumes the character of the new. His virtues fill up the wood and world!

THE PROCESS OF CREATIVE DESTRUCTION

Birthdays are just personalized New Years.

They kissed, but it was a gentle kiss and there was no urgency. They were tired and they were...healing. They had time. And time was the most beautiful word of all.

You go to bed, too, and don't fret, hear me? Things feel hard now, but it will pass. Everything passes, and something new comes along to fill the space.

He was not from a place where people got only one shot or were allowed only one mistake. In his world there were infinite chances.

Things feel hard now, but it will pass. Everything passes, and something new comes along to fill the space." As she spoke, her tone shifted. She wasn't talking about me anymore. "You can't go around holding the worst thing you ever did in your hand, staring at it. You gotta cook supper, put gas in the car. You gotta plant more zinnias.