Quotes About Renewal

In the morning it was morning and I was still alive.

When you clean up a city, you destroy it.

You have to die a few times before you actually live.

Let it die. Let there be a new beginning. It's awful. Goodnight.

Drink from the well of yourself and begin again.

Life wore a man out, wore a man thin. Tomorrow would be a better day.

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the best poems it seems to me are written out of an ultimate need. and once the poem is written, the only need after that is to write another.

In the classic successional course, each suite of plants replaces its predecessor, until the arrival of the final, "climax" ecosystem, usually tall forest.

the hearts can be removed without killing the tree, but this takes more time).

When you first start confessing God's Word about a situation in your life, you are causing faith to come. As you continue to speak God's Word, you destroy the old image and perfect a new image inside you. When you're quoting God's Word over a situation, but are looking at the very opposite, then you have to cast down the image you are seeing with your physical eye. You bring it down, because the weapons of your warfare are not carnal; they are spiritual forces flowing from within you.

if I had to live my life again, I would have made a rule to read some poetry and listen to some music at least once every week;

When Ada disappeared into the trees, it was like a part of the richness of the world had gone with her. He had been alone in the world and empty for so long. But she filled him full, and so he believed everything that had been taken out of him might have been for a purpose. To clear space for something better. -Cold Mountain

When Ada disappeared into the trees, it was like a part of the richness of the world had gone with her. He had been alone in the world and empty for so long. But she filled him full, and so he believed everything that had been taken out of him might have been for a purpose. To clear space for something better.

We all reach a point where we would like to draw a line across time and declare everything on the far side null. Shed

It is a frightful thing to drop out of one's place in the world and never find it again. I try very hard to keep my memory green and thus by sympathy live anew, or if not anew, aright, which is more to the point, much more.

No matter what a waste one has made of one's life, it is ever possible to find some path to redemption, however partial.

Blow freshly, freshlier yet, thou good trade-wind, of whom it is written that He makes the winds His angels, ministering breaths to the heirs of His salvation. Blow freshlier yet, and save, if not me from death, yet her from worse than death. Blow on, and land me at her feet, to call the lost lamb home, and die!

Receiving the grace of God never means that we continue with the way things were before. It separates us from the old; it never justifies the old. It embraces the new and calls the old into question.

Biblical wisdom is a process that begins with gaining knowledge, then choosing to set aside our former ways of thinking, and then putting this new knowledge into practice.

April 5th. You know what that means to me? That means the budget for the project expired at the end of financial year 1968 and was not renewed. (Yes, British government budgets—and the tax year—start on April 6th. Why are you looking at me like that? Don't your tax years start and stop on a random date in April?) I

Hughes has to say. In the cold light of morning

What makes us leave what we love best? What is it inside us that keeps erasing itself When we need it most, That sends us into uncertainty for its own sake And holds us flush there until we begin to love it And have to begin again? What is it within our own lives we decline to live Whenever we find it, making our days unendurable, And nights almost visionless? I still don't know yet, but I do it.

Snub end of a dismal year, deep in the dwarf orchard, The sky with its undercoat of blackwash and point stars, I stand in the dark and answer to My life, this shirt I want to take off, which is on fire . . .