Quotes About Renewal

I woke to the sound of rain.

Piece by piece, I fed my wardrobe to the night wind, and flutteringly, like a loved one's ashes, the gray scraps were ferried off, to settle here, there, exactly where I would never know, in the dark heart of New York.

Ready for a new life

Not easy to state the change you made. If I'm alive now, I was dead, Though, like a stone, unbothered by it.

They had to call and call And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls. --From the poem Lady Lazarus, written 23-29 October 1962

I lay in that tub on the seventeenth floor of this hotel for-women-only, high up over the jazz and push of New York, for near unto an hour, and I felt myself growing pure again. I don't believe in baptism or the waters of Jordan or anything like that, but I guess I feel about a hot bath the way those religious people feel about holy water.

And I, stepping from this skin Of old bandages, boredoms, old faces Step to you from the black car of Lethe, Pure as a baby.

She has folded Them back into her body as petals Of a rose close when the garden Stiffens and odours bleed From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower. The moon has nothing to be sad about, Staring from her hood of bone.

I never feel so much myself as when I'm in a hot bath.

You are still on your own; be stoic; don't panic; get through this hell to the generous sweet overflowing GIVING love of spring... dawn came, black and white gray into a frozen hell. I lived: that once. And must shoulder the bundle, the burden of my dead selves until I, again, live.

There ought, I thought, to be a ritual for being born twice—patched, retreaded and approved for the road, I was trying to think of an appropriate one when Doctor Nolan appeared from nowhere and touched me on the shoulder. "All right, Esther.

In March I'll be rested, caught up and human

Someday, god knows when, I will stop this absurd, self-pitying, idle, futile despair, and I will begin to think again.

I felt purged and holy and ready for a new life.

I thought of crawling in between the bed sheets and trying to sleep, but that appealed to me about as much as stuffing a dirty, scrawled-over letter into a fresh, clean envelope. I decided to take a hot bath. There must be quite a few things a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them.

I said to myself: Doreen is dissolving, Lenny Shepherd is dissolving, Frankie is dissolving, New York is dissolving, they are all dissolving away and none of them matter any more. I don't know them, I have never known them and I am very pure. All that liquor and those sticky kisses I saw and the dirt that settled on my skin on the way back is turning into something pure.

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Dar eu nu m? m?ritam. Trebuia s? existe, îmi spuneam eu, un ritual pentru când te n??teai a doua oar?, vulcanizat, reÈ™apat È™i gata de drum.

Piece by piece, as at the strokes of a dull godmother's wand, the old world sprang back into position.

I should have loved a thunder bird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again

I want to be where no possessions remind me of the past and by the sea, which is for me the great healer.

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again.

Piece by piece, I fed my wardrobe to the night wind, and flutteringly, like a loved one's ashes, the grey scraps were ferried off, to settle here, there, exactly where I would never know, in the dark heart of New York.

Pensé que la letra minúscula al principio podía significar que nunca nada era en su comienzo realmente nuevo, con mayúscula, sino que todo fluía de lo anterior.