Quotes About Renewal

Before you can live a part of you has to die.

yourself, from whom you need forgiveness. Once you have completed the letter, you are encouraged to transform it by burning it, burying in, tearing it into pieces, flushing it, or deleting it from your computer. With any of these actions, you are not destroying the letter. Instead, you are transforming it and the energy it carries.

As surely as spring followed winter, new life followed death, fighting for its place on the earth. Let man do his worst, yet still the tentative shoots of faith and hope sprouted the ruins of shattered lives and broken dreams. Resurrection was real, after all.

There can always be new beginnings... even for people like us.

The inner logic of this vision of holistic salvation is that the creator has not given up on creation and is working to salvage and restore the world (human and nonhuman) to the fullness of shalom and flourishing intended from the beginning. And redeemed human beings, renewed in God's image, are to work toward and embody this vision in their daily lives.

When it's my turn, don't do this. Recycle the parts, burn the rest.

Eve. He took both her hands, brought them to his lips. He wanted to gather her up, cover her in something soft, something beautiful. He wanted to hold her until every horrid memory was washed away. What you are is a miracle.

He would never want to diminish that event, that blow. It was nothing less than a calamity. It has shrunk his world, turned him into a prisoner. But escaping death ought to have shaken him up, opened windows inside him, renewed his sense of the preciousness of life. It has done nothing of the sort. He is trapped with the same old self as before , only greyer and drearier. Enough to drive one to drink.

It was no longer a matter of growing a fat crop, only of growing enough for the seed not to die out. There will be another year, he consoled himself, another summer in which to try again.

Flowers grow best on dungheaps, as Shakespeare never tires of saying.

There was a cord of tenderness that stretched from him to the patch of earth beside the dam and must be cut. It seemed to him that one could cut a cord like that only so many times before it would not grow again.

Estoy de acuerdo: es humillante, pero tal vez ese sea un buen punto de partida. Tal vez sea eso lo que debo aprender a aceptar. Empezar de cero, sin nada de nada.

Each time a drop of water forms under the spout of a tap, it means that one can wrench something away from the nameless mass.

As he vomited, he felt, though did not see, V come over. Forcing his head up, Butch groaned, Help me... I'm going to, trahyner. Give me your hand. As Butch held his palm up in despair, Vishous whipped off his glove and grabbed on good and hard. V's energy, that beautiful, white light, poured down Butch's arm and ripped through him in a blast, cleansing, renewing. United by their clasped hands, they became again the two halves, the light and the dark. The Destroyer and the Savior. A whole.

V had a passing thought that she used the word anyway like an eraser on a crowded chalkboard. She said it whenever she needed to clear off the things she'd just shared to make room for more.

Tore up from the floor up. Followed by a big outtie. John Mathew

Could the past be like this, he wondered, looking around at the empty clearing. A structure in your mind that you could burn down and get free of.

I was dead until you found me, though I breathed. I was sightless, though I could see. And then you came…and I was awakened.

Well, what do you know, not only did it turn out her ovaries had a little spark left in them—the suckers might as well have exploded between her hip bones. When

Sometimes people need to go back to the beginning. To where everything started.

Lo que hay entre nosotros. Tal vez sea un asunto de una noche o dos. Tal vez dure un mes. Tal vez una década. Lo único que sé es que la vida es demasiado corta como para no regresar aquí y estar contigo otra vez de esta manera. La vida es demasiado corta y me gusta mucho estar contigo como para preocuparme por algo distinto a tener otro momento como éste.

It was Casa del Heal-the-fuck-up around here.

My shoes are clean from walking in the rain.

we got out of the car for air and suddenly both of us were stoned with joy to realize that in the darkness all around us was fragrant green grass and the smell of fresh manure and warm waters. 'We're in the South! We've left the winter!' Faint daybreak illuminated green shoots by the side of the road. I took a deep breath; a locomotive howled across the darkness, mobile-bound. So were we. I took off my shirt and exulted