Quotes About Renewal

In a single, silent moment, his rage, his fear, his humiliation and helplessness, had fallen away. That morning, he believed, he was a new creation. Softly, he wept.

A turning of the page in Nature's book, and the story of spring begins.

Autumn when the trees shake loose their garments and we bundle in our own.

Day ends The sun is waning Sailing out across the sea Night falls The shadows come But I've another sun in me.

Leaves fall and the spirit soars.

Nature is an alchemist, gathering the last of summer's green and turning it to gold."

The leave are changing; I feel poetry in the air.

The soul is a garden of abundance and Light.

There is no greater artist than a tree in autumntime.

There are daisies In the ruined garden, still blooming strangely

I've been in love and it doesn't last. And when it's over, it's hell for a while. And then one discovers that life goes on. Eventually, one falls in love again. This pattern repeats itself until one is too jaded to believe in it anymore, or too old for all the upheaval.

She had thought: No, I was dead. Now I'm

Then the sun finally comes up, and such 3:00 A.M. thoughts are banished, as they should be.   She

If I keep a green bough in my heart, the singing bird will come.

Success in a competitive world requires hitting Monday refreshed and ready to go. The only way to do that is to create weekends that rejuvenate you rather than exhaust or disappoint you.

Was she like the prairie, only slowly yielding to God's plow in her life? She needed busting, then backsetting, and finally after snow and sun and rain, the seeds could be planted that would sprout into living wheat.

Everything had its purpose. If you waited long enough, a useless thing would become useful again.

Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.

"I'm dreading fall. It is a terrifying season," he says... "Everything shriveling up and dying." I don't know how to answer. Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale. I've never thought to be frightened of it.

Maybe, if God is fire, we are a grove of ponderosa pines. Without the heat and burn of God's flame, our pinecones would remain closed tight around the seeds that are needed for our thriving and growth and new life.

Sometimes I cannot say much about why I go to church other than what people who go to the gym say: I always feel better once I'm there; I feel better after; it is always good for me, not good in a take-your-vitamins way, in a chidingly moralistic way, but in a palpable way.

But you have to live in the present. You have to take the old and make it new -- that's my point.

My heart, as I closed the cabinet and rose to my feet, was a small dead creature. If I could bury it in the woods, I would.

You said you've changed...But I'm just wondering if you really have. If you've, you know, looked inside yourself to figure out what you need to change.