Quotes About Renewal

Actúa como si vivieras por segunda vez y la primera lo hubieras hecho tan desacertadamente como estás a punto de hacerlo ahora».

Whoever was still alive had reason for hope. Health, family, happiness, professional abilities, fortune, position in society - all these were things that could be achieved again or restored.

I said that each of us had to ask himself what irreplaceable losses he had suffered up to then. I speculated that for most of them these losses had really been few. Whoever was still alive had reason for hope. Health, family, happiness, professional abilities, fortune, position in society - all these were things that could be achieved again or restored.

Live as if you were living already for the second time and as if you had acted the first time as wrongly as you are about to act now!'' It seems to me

Live as if you were living for the second time and had acted as wrongly the first time as you are about to act now. In

Live as if you were living already for the second time and as if you had acted the first time as wrongly as you are about to act now!...imagine first that the present is past and, second, that the past may yet be changed and amended.

Paeoniis revocatum herbis et amore Dianae.

I am made and remade continually. Different people draw different words from me.

I'm sick to death of this particular self. I want another.

Yes, I deserve a spring–I owe nobody nothing.

Fear no more, says the heart, committing its burden to some sea, which sighs collectively for all sorrows, and renews, begins, collects, lets fall

But beauty must be broken daily to remain beautiful...

I am never stagnant; I rise from my worst disasters, I turn, I change.

So I have to create the whole thing afresh for myself each time. Probably all writers now are in the same boat. It is the penalty we pay for breaking with tradition, and the solitude makes the writing more exciting though the being read less so. One ought to sink to the bottom of the sea, probably, and live alone with ones words.

And if we can imagine the art of fiction come alive and standing in our midst, she would undoubtedly bid us break her and bully her, as well as honour and love her, for so her youth is renewed and her sovereignty assured.

I thought at last that it was time to roll up the crumpled skin of the day, with its arguments and its impressions and its anger and its laughter, and cast it into the hedge.

To upset everything every 3 or 4 years is my notion of a happy life.

Wait for the dust of reading to settle; for the conflict and the questioning to die down; walk, talk, pull the dead petals from a rose, or fall asleep. Then suddenly without our willing it, for it is thus that Nature undertakes these transitions, the book will return, but differently. It will float to the top of the mind as a whole.

Look, the unseen bade him, the voice which now communicated with him who was the greatest of mankind, Septimus, lately taken from life to death, the Lord who had come to renew society, who lay like a coverlet, a snow blanket smitten only by the sun, for ever unwasted, suffering for ever, the scapegoat, the eternal sufferer, but he did not want it, he moaned, putting from him with a wave of his hand that eternal suffering, that eternal loneliness.

What a morning - fresh as if issued to children on a beach.

Even things in a book-case change if they are alive; we find ourselves wanting to meet them again; we find them altered

But what after all, is one night? A short space, especially when the darkness dims so soon, and so soon a bird sings, or a faint green quickens, like a turning leaf, in the hollow of the waves. Night, however, succeeds to night. The winter holds a pack of them in store and deals them equally, evenly, with indefatigable fingers. They lengthen; they darken. Some of them hold aloft clear planets, plates of brightness.

thought Clarissa Dalloway, what a morning—fresh as if issued to children on a beach.

Now I will watch and see how I resurrect.