Quotes About Renewal

I'm all in favor of recycling everything we can, but it's strange to see your past walking around with a new identity.

Aphiemi, the Greek word for "forgive," means to put something away, set it free, as well as to put one thing aside in order to move on to something else. Forgiveness is essentially a putting away of our anger toward another, putting it aside so that it no longer controls our lives. Only by doing so can we be free to move on to something better.

she took a breath that didn't feel like she was going to die.

The dove will rise above destruction with a white rose in her beak. over storm over tempest. over time and the ages. And the petals will fall to the ground like snow.

Clean up a pigsty," she commented one evening, "and if the creatures in it still have pig-minds and pig-desires, soon it will be the same old pigsty again.

I know this is going to come as a shock to me, but I am leaving me. Perhaps I`ll say I could not have seen this coming, but truthfully things have been wrong between me for some time. Time heals and I`m sure in time I`ll build a new life without me

Hmm," he said. "Like the world is big again. No. Not again. Like I only thought it had gotten small while I was inside, but now I see it was big the whole time, just waiting out there. Waiting for me to come back.

My initial solution came in the form of night rovings, like an owl or a coyote. I had been stagnating in the house too long, and some glowing ball of spirit in me threatened to fade to nothing, and I feared it might be like fire—you need fire to make fire, and you must never let the last of it die.

Just on the inside, though," Seth said. "Like in my chest. Like I breathe air into my chest, and there's more space in my lungs than before. But not my lungs really. I just feel like there's more room inside me than there used to be.

I can see how she takes all that physical beauty in. Let's it become apart of her. Like breathing air and eating food, and then using that to make new cells and feed the old ones.

I cover her with myself. See, if I have no body, I can be any shape I want. I can take up any amount of space I choose. I can be a blanket. Drape myself over her like a down comforter. I can pour myself over her head like water. I can shine on her like light, bathe her with myself until she feels something resembling warmth again. Don't believe it entirely, Mom, I say.

his shoes and ran down onto the part of the sand where it's all wet and shiny, waiting for another wave to come in. When it did, it splashed up onto

But there was a definite sense that all bets were off now. The line she had so carefully toed all her life was just a smudge in the dirt behind her. Bea did not feel inclined to look back. Life was new. Not good. Just new.

For there are two kinds of forgiveness in the world: the one you practice because everything really is all right, and what went before is mended. The other kind of forgiveness you practice because someone needs desperately to be forgiven, or because you need just as badly to forgive them, for a heart can grab hold of old wounds and go sour as milk over them.

All stories must end so, with the next tale winking out of the corners of the last pages, promising more, promising moonlight and dancing and revels, if only you will come back when spring comes again.

After love, no one is what they were before.

Truly, Autumn is my season," the scarlet beast chorted. "Spring and Summer and Winter all begin with such late letters! But Autumn and Fall, I have loved best, because they are best to love.

Metamorphosis is the most profound of all acts.

snow is the beginning and the end of everything...

You can be innocent again. It's not true, what they say, that you can never get it back. You can. It's only that most folk cannot be bothered.

I want to be myself again. I want to be six. I want to stop knowing everything I know.

building is medicine for free.

Good morning, God. Another beautiful day. I'm still here, and so is the sun. Thank you. Right, now let's get down to business.

It isn't because of who I am, Maureen. It's because of who He is and what He's done—what He longs to do in you!