Quotes About Renewal

What she had shared with Akiva could not be touched by shame. Madrigal lifted her voice to say, "We dreamed together of the world remade.

Los nombres pueden perderse u olvidarse. No había nadie que lo supiera mejor que Lazlo Strange. Anteriormente tuvo otro nombre, pero aquel nombre murió como mueren las canciones cuando ya no queda nadie que las cante.

But just because the past is blood doesn't mean the future must be, too.

Akiva lived, and was changed.

Karou nehirde y?kanm??t?. Gözya?lar? denize ula?amayacakt? ama vahadaki hurma a?açlar?n? sulayacaklar, birer meyve olup yenecekler ve belki ba?ka gözlerde tekrar gözya?lar?na dönü?eceklerdi. Dünyan?n düzeni bu olamaz. Hay?r, bu. Hiçbir ?ey kaybolmaz. Gözya?lar? bile. Ya umut?

This realization was the mental equivalent of a slow-motion clip played in reverse: A great mess lifts itself off the floor and flies upward to arrange itself on a tabletop. Tea unpuddles and siphons itself into cups midair to land neatly on a tray. Books leap from a jumble, flapping their covers like wings, and rise to roost in a stack. Sense out of madness.

It feels like a door opening, and lungfuls of fresh air rushing in.

From the ashes [...] we are arisen.

Death is not the end it sometimes seems.

With the fading of the stars and the break of day, Eliza's storm had passed. Today she was the ravaged landscape it had left behind.

After she had cried, she felt at once hollow and… better, as if the salt of all her unshed tears had been poisoning her, and now she was cleansed.

The grief and tears didn't wash me away. They gave me my life back! They cleansed me, baptized me, hydrated the earth at my feet.

I stuck my head out the window this morning and spring kissed me bang in the face.

Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you.

Fresh is better. But you've never drunk fresh blood. Have you?" Simon raised his eyebrow in response. "Well, aside from mine of course," Jace said. "And I'm pretty sure my blood is fan-tastic.

Weapons, when they break and are mended, can be stronger at the mended places," said Jace. "Perhaps hearts are the same.

People are only invincible in books," said Cordelia. "I think you will find most of the time, not even then," said Tessa. "But at least we can always pick up a book and read it anew. Stories offer a thousand fresh starts.

Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is as strong as death' "Ours is stronger than that," Clary whispered, remembering how she had brought him back. And this time, when his eyes darkened, she reached up and drew him down to her mouth.

Sometimes you must lose everything to gain it again, and the regaining is the sweeter for the pain of loss.

I mean, is there a chance for me? To have another life after this, a better one?

Well, then, since you say there will be another life for me, let us both pray I do not make as colossal a mess of it as I have this one.

There is a powerful need for people to feel that gust of hope rise up again.

Look into my eyes. Do you see a new morning with new beginnings?" He searched her gaze, and then, in a husky voice that reached way down inside her, he whispered, "Yes." He drew out the word until it seemed to echo and reecho in her mind.

I remember the morning you walked back from the sea, dirty trousers rolled, your feet pale as prisoners, poems and broken shells falling through a hole in your pocket. You stood for a moment and smiled at the gulls and it was as though the sun, the water, the day had conspired to put you back together again. I hope you walked into death as you did into that morning chasing a poem your step a little jaunty and your eyes full of the sea.