Quotes About Renewal

Don't you feel that your scarred heart was made whole the moment you gave your service to Christ?

the second coming we must prepare for is our own. I believe that all of us who take up the torch to carry light into the dark corners of the human heart are Christ returned, His second coming.

It's never too late for a happy childhood.

Our current plight is not made inevitable by human nature. What once was could be again—in a new way.

Part of traveling over years means coming back to the same place and knowing it for the first time.

Wilma said many Native people believed that the earth as a living organism would just one day shrug off the human species that was destroying it— and start over. In a less cataclysmic vision, humans would realize that we are killing our home and each other, and seek out The Way. That's why Native people were guarding it.

All creative people should be required to leave California for three months every year.

Every time I lose one, I get three or more.

Aria di primavera, perché mi desti? Tu lusinghi e dici: io do in rugiada gocciole di cielo. Ma il tempo del mio sfiorire è presso, vicina è la bufera che abbatte la mia fronda.

When you don't have this dying and becoming, You are only a sad guest on the dark Earth.

Alas! You have shattered the beautiful world with a brazen fist; It falls, it is scattered - By a demigod destroyed. We are trailing the ruins into the void and wailing over a beauty undone and ended. Earth's mighty son, more splendid rebuild it, you that are strong, build it again within! And begin a new life, a new way, lucid and gay, and play new songs.

Just as there was a day every spring when the women of the town, as though by some secret signal, appeared in their summer dresses before the first heat was felt, there was as well a day when winter showed the knife before the first laceration.

A falling leaf in autumn allows you to see, the beauty of releasing things that do not serve you anymore.

There would be no Christmas if there was no Easter.

A clean sheet of paper has no blotches," wrote Mao, "and so the newest and most beautiful words can be written on it, the newest and most beautiful pictures can be painted on it.

We can't maintain the pace unless we pray, study Scripture, and read heavy doses of the classical spiritual literature.

You will find that it is not a one-shot deal, this letting go. You must do it again and again and again. It's kind of like breathing. You can't breathe just once. Try it: Breathe just once. You'll pass out.

Autumn is the season of change.

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; Lengthen night and shorten day! Every leaf speaks bliss to me, Fluttering from the autumn tree...

in the wheel of Earth's years we watch as Autumn's clock tick-tocks in tiny goldenrod September petal'd seconds frosty trees bleed scarlet hours through veins of October leaves amber minutes wither and fall drifting in November's breeze and the silent strike of midwinter turns December's snowflake gears

Winter dies into the spring, to be born again in the autumn.

Leaves, questioned by winter, fall.

If nothing ever changed, there'd be no butterflies.

Breaking out is following your bliss pattern, quitting the old place, starting your hero journey, following your bliss. You throw off yesterday as the snake sheds its skin.