Quotes About Renewal

was who I was: the same woman who pulsed beneath the bruise of her old life, only now I was somewhere else.

It's the place where things are born, where they begin. Think about how a black hole absorbs energy and then releases it as something new and alive.

I set my toothbrush down, then leaned into the mirror and stared into my own eyes. I could feel myself disintegrating inside myself like a past-bloom flower in the wind. Every time I moved a muscle, another petal of me blew away. Please, I thought. Please.O

Don't surrender all your joy for an idea you used to have about yourself that isn't true anymore. ? Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar

It's one of the hardest things you'll ever have to do. And you're going to bawl your head off doing it. But I promise you it will be okay. Your tears will be born of grief, but also of relief. You will be better for them. They will make you harder, softer, cleaner, dirtier. Free. A glorious something else awaits.

she said things I already knew but needed to hear again. How in darkness, we are waiting. How it is in the times that we must search hardest for the light that we are most profoundly transformed.

History is a record of destruction. One must always make room for the next ephemeral crystal.

All this huggermugger, macho intimidating shit is wearing me out. I'm gonna make myself a promise not to kill anything for a week.

Ali por uns segundos tive a sensação de haver desembarcado em país de língua desconhecida, o que para mim era sempre uma sensação boa, era como se a vida fosse partir do zero.

Me curvo en posición fetal y estiro los brazos entre las piernas dobladas, como desperezándome hacia dentro.

Spring... thaws the frozen fears, mends the wounded heart that Winter has broken.

Out with the cold, in with the woo.

Friendship should be a great promise, a perennial springtime.

Oh, Spring is surely coming, Her couriers fill the air; Each morn are new arrivals, Each night her ways prepare; I scent her fragrant garments, Her foot is on the stair.

And now every field is clothed with grass, every tree with leaves; now the woods put forth their blossoms; now the year assumes its gayest attire.

A fine spring is good for everybody.

Springtime is the bringer of light...

...spring-time, when that soft air is breathing over the blossoms and new-born verdure...

Spring translates earth's happiness into colorful flowers.

The return of springtime always brings with it naturally a revival of the sweetest hopes and deepest joys of human nature. The heart of man in springtime is naturally joyous; all nature rejoices around him, and he cannot but participate in the general anthem of thanksgiving, and unite his voice with the universal pæan of praise.

Winter and spring overlap at the seams— chilly breezes and warm green dreams!

As every season seems best to us in its turn, so the coming in of spring is like the creation of Cosmos out of Chaos...

earth dreams of spring in her winter slumbers she dozes on and off — then trembles wide awake a silent green earthquake

Winter sprouts springtime wings and flies off into the budding year.