Quotes About Renewal

Winter is the gray, bare shell of spring.

Winter is on my head, and eternal spring is in my heart.

The truth is that if we are to have translation at all we must have periodical retranslation. There is no such thing as translating a book into another language once and for all, for a language is a changing thing. If your son is to have clothes it is no good buying him a suit once and for all: he will grow out of it and have to be reclothed.

What soap is for the body, tears are for the soul.

April dress'd in all his trim Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing...

You must finish... every day, & be done with it. For manners, & for wise living, it is a vice to remember. You have done what you could — some blunders & absurdities no doubt crept in forget them as fast as you can tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it well & serenely, & with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your old nonsense. This day for all that is good & fair. It is too dear with its hopes & invitations to waste a moment on the rotten yesterdays.

In reality, plants are farming humans — giving us oxygen until we eventually decompose so they can consume us.

Spring is here! I'm so excited I wet my plants.

Plants — light and life grown green

Plants give us oxygen for the lungs and for the soul.

You can shout it to every star, Bare your soul up to the moon, Cast your problems nightly afar— But they always flood back by noon.

The only way you may correct the bad things in your past is to add better things to your future.

All we need, really, is a change from a near frigid to a tropical attitude of mind.

"What's that line from T.S. Eliot? To arrive at the place where you started, but to know it for the first time. I'm able to write about a breakup from a different place. Same brokenness. Same rock-bottom. But a little more informed, now I'm older. Thank God for growing up."

and restart. This time, put in realistic thoughts. Rewind your story and write a new ending. Determine a new outcome.[91]

dealing with the cycles of life*

There is no faith and no hope without sleep.

Tunisia is always ready to turn the page.

Forgetfulness generates the meaning of regeneration.

April is a promise that May is bound to keep.

No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.

In a painful time of my life I went often to a wooded hillside where May apples grew by the hundreds, and I thought the sourness of their fruit had a symbolism for me. Instead, I was to find both love and happiness soon thereafter. So to me [the May apple] is the mandrake, the love symbol, of the old dealers in plant restoratives.

New Year's eve is like every other night; there is no pause in the march of the universe, no breathless moment of silence among created things that the passage of another twelve months may be noted; and yet no man has quite the same thoughts this evening that come with the coming of darkness on other nights.

People say to you, 'you've changed', or something like that. Well, I hope, for the sake of God, that I have changed, because I don't want to be the same person all my life. I want to be growing, I want to be expanding. I want to be changing. Because animate things change, inanimate things don't change. Dead things don't change. And the heart should be alive, it should be changing, it should be moving, it should be growing and its knowledge should be expanding.