Quotes About Renewal

Come to me, you who are weary and burdened, and I will grant you rest. (Matthew 11:28)

In stories about life after death, the soul often floats above the good-bye moment, hovering over police cars at highway accidents, or clinging like a spider to hospital-room ceilings. These are people who receive a second chance, who somehow, for some reason, resume their place in the world.

Did you know a crab will escape its shell thirty times before it dies? ... This world can be a trying place ... Sometimes you have to shed who you were to live who you are

But all endings are also beginnings.

Forgive yourself ... Then use this grace to spread my spirit

But there is a balance to it all. One withers, another grows. Birth and death are part of a whole.

How could there be new life in his beard when it was draining everywhere else?

Sometimes, they say , the moon is so buy with the new souls of the world that it disappears from the sky. That is why we have moonless nights. But in the end, the moon always return as do we all. That's is what they believe.

Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn." —MAHATMA GANDHI

Wash yourself with the emotion. It won't hurt you. It will only help.

My father moved through theys of we, singing each new leaf out of each tree (and every child was sure that spring danced when she heard my father sing) Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â —A POEM BY E. E. CUMMINGS, READ BY MORRIE'S SON, ROB, AT THE MEMORIAL SERVICE

Did you know a crab will escape its shell thrity times before it dies? This world can be a trying place...sometimes you have to shed who you were to live who you are.

Forgive yourself she said. And use this grace to spread my spirit.

Du Coeur on guérit la blessure Par un serment qui le rassure It means, We heal the wounded heart, with an oath that reassures it.

He cut his hair. Like Samson pulling the pillars down around him, Frankie crumbled all the things he'd become attached to in an effort to be free of them.

No matter how confused, how tired, or how sad, every night has its morning.

The days get longer and the nights smell green I guess it's not surprising but it's spring and I should leave.

Although it is traditionally associated with the end of summer and the impending arrival of autumn, September has always seemed to me a month of beginnings, a spring of sorts—possibly because it marks the commencement of the academic year.

Suddenly, she was gripped by the idea that if she changed her clothes her entire life would change as well.

Anh Minh believed that if he could save three minutes here, five minutes there, then one day he could tally them all up and have enough to start life all over again.

You need to see bare branches to know the full astonishing shock of the new leaves come next April. You need the flat, brown emptiness of the mixed borders to measure their summer fullness.

Wherever we go couldn't be worse than where we've been.

Mainly it's the stories we carry with us, the tales of those who've gone before, those who've made their own map, as we will make ours. The stories and rituals passed down from generation to generation. They will help us make our map. The stories, rituals, the Spirit of God. Of these shall we be created anew. Of these three is pilgrimage: story, ritual, Spirit. How we listen and do and pray becomes the map we make.

The old phrases crack and meaning shakes out wet and new.