Quotes About Renewal

New beginnings often started with the broken bits and shattered pieces of the old.

Southern California had no quarterly miracles, no opportunities for starting over. Not everybody cares to pay the cold, silver coinage of winter for a seasonal renascence, but for me it was a small price.

Chords that were broken will vibrate once more.

As people began to congregate around the door, Tiana made her way to the closest window. She gasped at the sight on the other side of the glass. The fog had thinned, but only in the area surrounding their house, and flower petals rained from the sky. They collected on the ground like a colorful snowfall. Tiana closed her eyes, a gentle smile touching her lips. She was at peace, because her daddy was now at peace.

I am not all she devil. A she devil has no memory of the past - she is born afresh every morning. She deals with the feelings of today, not yesterday, and she is free. There is a little bit of me left, still woman.

Like a snake, my heart has shed its skin. I hold it there in my hand, full of honey and wounds. The thoughts that nested in your folds, where are they now?...

A me piace veder correre pieno di fuoco ciò che era stato quieto per anni e anni.

Like a snake, my heart has shed its skin. I hold it here in my hand, full of honey and wounds. - New Heart

Your growing antlers,' Bambi continued, 'are proof of your intimate place in the forest, for of all the things that live and grow only the trees and the deer shed their foliage each year and replace it more strongly, more magnificently, in the spring. Each year the trees grow larger and put on more leaves. And so you too increase in size and wear a larger, stronger crown.

Ce soir, ils te sont étrangers et sont étrangers l'un à l'autre ; l'atmosphère est grise : des grumeaux dans un liquide sale ; tout est raté. Et tu passes ta nuit avec ce poids sur le cÅ"ur, complètement dégoûté d'eux. Le lendemain matin, tu les trouves frais et réussis comme une pâtisserie bien faite. (p. 23)

Las transformaciones no se operan solamente en el cuerpo sino en lo que tenemos dentro, espíritu, alma, inteligencia, sentimiento.

Viendo las cosas con la objetividad que da el tiempo, no andaban tan errados mis doctores ni tan mala era su fórmula. Al que está en guerra consigo mismo hay que aflojarle el yo obstinado. ¿Cómo? Muy simple. Puesto que el yo no es otra cosa que recuerdos, borrándole el recuerdo. Así la cinta queda lista para grabar de nuevo.

A handful of pine-seed will cover mountains with the green majesty of a forest. I too will set my face to the wind and throw my handful of seed on high.

If one dream should fall and break into a thousand pieces, never be afraid to pick one of those pieces up and begin again.

We, who are so schooled in the art of listening to the voices of others, can often hear our own voice only when we are alone. . . For many women, the first choice, then, is to give ourselves the necessary time and space in which to renew our acquaintance with our lost voice, to learn to recognize it, and to rejoice as we hear it express our truth.

I will restore to you the years the locusts have eaten.

May each reader be now freed from that thing which has held him in bondage through the ages, standing between him and his own, and "know the Truth which makes him free" - free to fulfill his destiny, to bring into manifestation the "Divine Design of his life, Health, Wealth, Love and Perfect SelfExpression." "Be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind.

So let us break all the old bad records in the subconscious mind, the records of our lives which we do not wish to keep, and make new and beautiful ones.

Let the resurrection joy lift us from loneliness and weakness and despair to strength and beauty and happiness.

There is no man who loves a woman that does not desire to come to her for the renewal of his courage, for the cutting asunder of his difficulties. And that will be the mainspring of his desire for her. We are all so afraid, we are all so alone, we all so need from the outside the assurance of our own worthiness to exist.

Fall is nature's grace time; giving you a chance to put things in order, for the dying.

Imagine a state of affairs in which, for each man killed in action, two spring from the ground full of strength and energy. If there is a planet where such things happen, war, it must be admitted, is conducted there under conditions so different from those we see down here that it no longer deserves even to be called by the same name.

Mis propios sentimientos no tenían nada de real. Lo que importaba era mi fe en el amor que tú sentías por mí. Me reflejaba en otro ser, y mi imagen así reflejada no tenía nada de repelente. Me sentía con grandes ánimos en una tregua deliciosa.

And below them, Toll-by-Night set about folding itself away, like a stilt-legged monster into a closet. Its inhabitants crept back into the unwanted places, the crannies and cellars and forgotten attics, and locked themselves in. A bugle blew. A silver jingling swept through the town, sealing away all bad reputations and bitter-tasting names. Another bugle sounded. And day swept in like a landlord, not knowing that it was only a guest in night's town.