Quotes About Renewal

Los riachuelos que nos refrescan, ¿no son producidos por las tormentas?

The good news is that the seeds of God's good news are planted already in every dying culture.

But a new thing, a great hitch, had happened yesterday in the gliding and noiseless current of his life, and he felt as a snake must feel who has sloughed off its winter skin, and cannot understand the brightness and sensitiveness of its new one.

Stupors, however, do not last forever

To see persons looking with children's eyes at any ordinary scenery, is a proof that they possess the charming faculty of drawing new sensations from an old experience...

He grew away from old associations, and saw something new in life and humanity. Secondarily, he made close acquaintance with phenomena which he had before known but darkly - the seasons in their moods, morning and evening, night and noon, winds in their different tempers, trees, waters and mists, shades and silences, and the voices of inanimate things.

She dismissed the past – trod upon it and put it out, as one treads on a coal that is smouldering and dangerous.

Every desired renewal of an existence is debased by being half alloy.

All the while she wondered if any strange good thing might come of her being in her ancestral land; and some spirit within her rose automatically as the sap in the twigs. It was unexpected youth, surging up anew after its temporary check, and bringing with it hope, and the invincible instinct towards self-delight.

After wearing and wasting her palpitating heart with every engine of regret that lonely inexperience could devise, common sense had illumined her. She felt that she would do well to be useful again—to taste anew sweet independence at any price. The past was past; whatever it had been, it was no more at hand. Whatever its consequences, time would close over them;

It was unexpected youth, surging up anew after its temporary check, and bringing with it hope, and the invincible instinct towards self-delight.

Proud Songsters The thrushes sing as the sun is going, And the finches whistle in ones and pairs, And as it gets dark loud nightingales In bushes Pipe, as they can when April wears, As if all Time were theirs. These are brand-new birds of twelve-months' growing, Which a year ago, or less than twain, No finches were, nor nightingales, Nor thrushes, But only particles of grain, And earth, and air, and rain.

To escape the past and all that appertained thereto was to annihilate it, and to do that she would have to get away

The season developed and matured. Another year's instalment of flowers, leaves, nightingales, thrushes, finches, and such ephemeral creatures, took up their positions where only a year ago others had stood in their place when these were nothing more than germs and inorganic particles.

If we go on in this way, we shall have a new art of poetry, of which one of the first rules will be: To remember to forget that there are any such things as sunshine and music in the world.

If the years of youth are experienced slowly, while the later years of life hurtle past at an ever-increasing speed, it must be habit that causes it. We know full well that the insertion of new habits or the changing of old ones is the only way to preserve life, to renew our sense of time, to rejuvenate, intensify, and retard our experience of time—and thereby renew our sense of life itself. That is the reason for every change of scenery and air..

To be young means to be original, to have remained nearer to the sources of life: it means to be able to stand up and shake off the fetters of an outlived civilization, to dare -- where others lack the courage-- to plunge again into the elemental.

Dobrze wiemy, ?e odzwyczajenie siÄ™ i przyzwyczajenie do czegos nowego jest jedynym Å›rodkiem, który utrzymuje nasze ?ycie, odÅ›wie?a nasz zmysÅ' czasu -- jedynym, dziÄ™ki któremu mo?emy odmÅ'odzi?, wzmocni?, zwolni? nasze prze?ywanie czasu i tym samym odnowi? nasze poczucie ?ycia w ogóle.

Mire, la muerte es digna de honores en tanto es la cuna de la vida, el seno materno de la renovación. Sin embargo, vista como la antítesis de la vida y separada de ella se convierte en un fantasma, en una máscara horrenda o en algo peor todavía. Porque la muerte entendida como fuerza espiritual independiente es una fuerza enteramente depravada; cuya perversa seducción sin duda es sinónimo del más espantoso extravío del espíritu humano.

Time, we say, is Lethe; but change of air is a similar draught, and, if it works less thoroughly, does so more quickly.

Gott verdamme den Frühling!

It would lead him back, restore him to himself, but there is nothing so distasteful as being restored to oneself when one is beside oneself.

ADeath is to be honored as the cradle of life, the womb of renewal. Once separated from life, it becomes grotesque, a wraith—or even worse. For as an independent spiritual power, death is a very depraved force, whose wicked attractions are very strong and without doubt can cause the most abominable confusion of the human mind

Death is to be honored as the cradle of life, the womb of renewal. Once separated from life, it becomes grotesque, a wraith—or even worse. For as an independent spiritual power, death is a very depraved force, whose wicked attractions are very strong and without doubt can cause the most abominable confusion of the human mind.