Quotes About Renewal

Fatigue is the best pillow.

Night, when words fade and things come alive, when the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.

Came the Spring with all its splendor All its birds and all its blossoms, All its flowers, and leaves, and grasses.

I know there will be spring, as surely as the birds know it when they see above the snow two tiny, quivering green leaves. Spring cannot fail us.

Tears are Summer showers to the soul.

To look backward for a while is to refresh the eye, to restore it, and to render it more fit for its prime function of looking forward.

Let the past drift away with the water.

One must be thrust out of a finished cycle in life, and that leap is the most difficult to make-to part with one's faith, one's love, when one would prefer to renew the faith and recreate the passion.

It's but little good you'll go a-water-ing the last year's crop.

In the life of the spirit there is no ending that is not a beginning.

Nor deem the irrevocable Past As wholly wasted, wholly vain, If, rising on its wrecks, at last To something nobler we attain.

No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, love.

"Old times" never come back and I suppose it's just as well. What comes back is a new morning every day in the year, and that's better.

April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with Spring rain.

No Winter lasts forever, no Spring skips its turn. April is a promise that May is bound to keep, and we know it.

Every April, God rewrites the Book of Genesis.

April, Comes like an idiot, babbling, and strewing flowers.

Autumn arrives in the early morning, but spring at the close of a winter's day.

The first day of spring was once the time for taking the young virgins into the fields, there in dalliance to set an example in fertility for Nature to follow. Now we just set the clock an hour ahead and change the oil in the crankcase.

Time is a sort of river of passing events, and strong is its current; no sooner is a thing brought to sight than it is swept by and another takes its place, and this too will be swept away.

Yesterday was the first day of the rest of your life . . . and you messed it up again.

When virtue has slept, she will get up more refreshed.

Welcome as the flowers in May.

The world goes up and the world goes down, And the sunshine follows the rain; And yesterday's sneer and yesterday's frown Can never come over again, Sweet wife. No, never come over again.