Quotes About Renewal

We may as well make friends with Change — the instant the Moon is full it's already starting to wane

We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it, — if it were not the earth where the same flowers come up again every spring that we used to gather with our tiny fingers as we sat lisping to ourselves on the grass...

When clouds appear like rocks and towers, the earth's refreshed by frequent showers.

If you keep doing things like you've always done them, what you'll get is what you've already got.

When you allow the tears to flow out, you're allowing relief and hope and faith and all sorts of good things to come in.

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow, and I shall be in them.

life blooms right through death and they beautify each other

A death-blow is a life-blow to some Who, till they died, did not alive become; Who, had they lived, had died, but when They died, vitality begun.

life is a graceful soaring death a graceful landing

Hope follows death. It has to, or death serves no purpose.

Our passions are true phœnixes: as the old burn out, the new straight rise up out of the ashes.

Periodic fasting can help clear up the mind and strengthen the body and the spirit.

Fasting can be used for cleansing the body... It can also be used for separating oneself from the physical aspects of life to concentrate on the spiritual... It entails more than simply not eating.

With the lengthening days which distinguish the third month of winter from its predecessor, come ardent desires for spring, and longings for the time of birds and flowers. An adventurous swallow too early flying from the south, a vision of snowdrops in the snow, a day of April warmth lit by a slant February sun, are all hailed with pleasure as harbingers of a more gracious season on its northland way.

Flowers rewrite soil, water, and sunshine into petal'd poetry.

I am glad it is your birthday. It is this little bouquet's birthday too. Its Father is a very old man by the name of Nature...

If you've never been thrilled to the very edges of your soul by a flower in spring bloom, perhaps your soul has never been in bloom.

As is the generation of leaves, so is that of humanity. The wind scatters the leaves on the ground, but the live timber Burgeons with leaves again in the season of spring returning. So one generation of men will grow while another dies.

As each day comes to us refreshed and anew, so does my gratitude renew itself daily. The breaking of the sun over the horizon is my grateful heart dawning upon a blessèd world.

When our soul has been cast down, has never an invisible voice whispered, "There is lifting up"? Have not gales and breezes of sweet and healing thought been wafted over us, as if an angel had shaken from his wings the odors of paradise?

The mind spells 'healing' L-E-T G-O.

New heart makes new health, dear. Happiness is haleness.

Heartache awaits the next love as a seed awaits the spring.

The spring breathes in the breezes, The woods with wood-notes ring, And all the budding hedgerows Are fragrant of the spring. In secret, silent places The live green things upstart; Ice-bound, ice-crown'd dwells winter For ever in my heart.