Quotes About Renewal

Hope is the gardener of the heart.

All it takes is one bloom of hope to make a spiritual garden.

Hope rises like a phoenix from the ashes of shattered dreams.

Hope springs anew from the soil of suffering.

But behold! As soon as I went out on the adventure-path I met John Barleycorn again.

The sap was rising in the pines. The willows and aspens were bursting out in young buds. Shrubs and vines were putting on fresh garbs of green. Crickets sang in the nights, and in the days all manner of creeping, crawling things rustled forth into the sun. Partridges and woodpeckers were booming and knocking in the forest. Squirrels were chattering, birds singing, and overhead honked the wild-fowl driving up from the south in cunning wedges that split the air. From

We renew our acquaintance," said Gersen in a pleasant voice. Dasce said nothing.

Every ending is just an opportunity to start again, wiser, more experienced, and more emboldened for the next act.

That is, when one realizes the fact of a descent or degradation and corrects its causes, this itself causes an ascent to a level even higher and greater than the original one.

The world began in ending, and it will end in beginning.

You should embrace your freedom, my lady. Lay down your long burden. You belong to the world of the living. Return to it.

I can dance with life again.

spring will come, the soil will seed itself, that flood or drought will abate, and life goes on in that new landscape.

That's not necessarily a bad thing, is it? You bring old events and choices to the surface, and you change the vista—but spring will come, the soil will seed itself, that flood or drought will abate, and life goes on in that new landscape.

You always return to the water...

Paradoxically, we achieve true wholeness only by embracing our fragility and sometimes, our brokenness. Wholeness is a natural radiance of Love, and Love demands that we allow the destruction of our old self for the sake of the new.

But in spring, of course, any place is beautiful, because in spring fires leap from your heart, and you can see things that aren't there.

If you would protect your body, guard your mind. If you would renew your body, beautify your mind. Thoughts of malice, envy, disappointment, despondency, rob the body of its health and grace.

Reinvention is never over. Today is the first day.

This is the charged, the dangerous moment, when everything must be re-examined, must be made new, when nothing at all can be taken for granted.

It had been so once; it had almost been so once. I could make it so again, I could make it real. It only demanded a short, hard strength for me to become myself again.

Something very sinister happens to the people of a country when they begin to distrust their own reactions as deeply as they do here, and become as joyless as they have become. It is this individual uncertainty on the part of white American men and women, this inability to renew themselves at the fountain of their own lives, that makes the discussion, let alone elucidation, of any conundrum—that is, any reality—so supremely difficult.

It is the responsibility of free men to trust and to celebrate what is constant—birth, struggle, and death are constant, and so is love, though we may not always think so—and to apprehend the nature of change, to be able and willing to change. I speak of change not on the surface but in the depths—change in the sense of renewal. But renewal becomes impossible if one supposes things to be constant that are not—safety, for example, or money, or power.

I wanted children. I wanted to be inside again, with the light and safety, with my manhood unquestioned, watching my woman put my children to bed. I wanted the same bed at night and the same arms and I wanted to rise in the morning, knowing where I was. I wanted a woman to be for me a steady ground, like the earth itself, where I could always be renewed.