Quotes About Renewal

I want you to put more life into your dying.

There's so much rage in the world now and I'm finding poems to be the place where I want to stay. I rage and rage and then write a poem and return to breathing.

I think the American people, you know, they're going to want that new car smell. They want to drive something off the lot that doesn't have as much mileage as me.

The first day of the rest of my life, and I'm not sure I want to be here. I know I should be thanking somebody for this, but I really don't feel like it. Instead, I wish they hadn't bothered.

The Holy Spirit wants to convert the words of Scripture into transformed personalities.

Wear scarlet! Tear the green lemons off the tree! I don't want to forget who I am, what has burned in me, and hang limp and clean, an empty dress -

One day you wake up and you decide you want to be different. You want a different life. You are tired of your old life. This is the truth. You will a change.

All that breaks must be discarded even as the thunder of faith returns ever fading echoes. - Prelude to Anomandaris Fisher

The dead are ever refashioned, for they have no defence against those who would use or abuse them – who they were, what their deeds meant.

As far as Gu'Rull could determine, the only virtue humans possessed was a talent for starting over, with stern resolve restored in the sudden glow of renewed optimism, in complete disregard of whatever lessons past failures might offer. And he had no choice but to acknowledge the power of that virtue. It is contingent upon collective amnesia, but as everyone knows, stupidity needs no excuse to repeat itself.

The dead are ever refashioned, for they have no defence against those who would use or abuse them – who they were, what their deeds meant. And this was the anguish…this…injustice.

Cultures can die, Hull, but the people live on, and what they carry within them are the seeds of rebirth—

He would have liked to call the man he had been a stranger now, but the world had a way of spinning unnoticed, until what he'd thought he'd turned his back on suddenly faced him again.

Absi Kire. Autumn Promise.

Hurt was nothing. Was meaningless. But no, there was value in pain, if only to remind oneself that one still lived. When nothing normal could be regained, ever, then other pleasures had to be found. Cultivated, the body and mind taught anew, to delight in a darker strain.

Cutter rubbed at his face. He needed a shave. And a bath. And clean, new clothes. And a purpose in life.

He knew that the curse haunting him was no different from history's own progression, the endless succession of failures, the puerile triumphs that had a way of falling over as soon as one stopped looking. Or caring. He knew that life itself corrected gross imbalances by simply folding everything over and starting anew.

Everything breaks." "Aye, lad. Everything breaks." "You could do it." "Do what?" "Break that sword." "No. I can't." "Everything breaks!" "Including people, lad.

When you been dead, everything after that's looking up.

If it is true and the Grey Helms seek to be the swords of nature's vengeance, then the Shield Anvil has missed the point. Since when is nature interested in revenge? Look around." He waved a hand. "The grass grows back where it can. The birds nest where they can. The soil breathes when it can. It just goes on, Highness, the only way it knows how to – with what's left.

Civilisation isn't a thing that you build and then there it is, you have it forever. It needs to be built constantly, recreated daily. It vanishes far more quickly than he even would have thought possible".

Every single cell in the human body replaces itself over a period of seven years. That means there's not even the smallest part of you now that was part of you seven years ago. Everything is changing.

The only true reformation is that which emanates from the Word of God.

God always starts with renewing the mind before he revives the emotions and redirects the will.