Quotes About Renewal

Time, time will heal the wound.

Nobody could catch cold by the sea; nobody wanted appetite by the sea; nobody wanted spirits; nobody wanted strength. Sea air was healing, softening, relaxing -- fortifying and bracing -- seemingly just as was wanted -- sometimes one, sometimes the other. If the sea breeze failed, the seabath was the certain corrective; and where bathing disagreed, the sea air alone was evidently designed by nature for the cure.

You have delighted us long enough.

He held it indeed as certain, that no person, [...] could be really in a state of secure and permanent Health without spending at least six weeks by the Sea every year.

A man who has been refused! How could I ever be foolish enough to expect a renewal of his love? Is there one among the sex, who would not protest against such a weakness as a second proposal to the same woman? There is no indignity so abhorrent to their feelings!

An agon, or contest, or wrangling, there will probably be, because Summer contends with Winter, Life with Death, the New Year with the Old. A tragedy must be tragic, must have its pathos, because the Winter, the Old Year, must die.

The magical dromenon, the Carrying out of Winter, the Bringing in of Spring, is doomed to an inherent and deadly monotony.

It's never too late – never too late to start over, never too late to be happy.

nature is there, waiting to move in and help to heal herself.

The Survivor Tree—the tree who was rescued after she was crushed and wounded on 9/11.

If we keep doing what we've been doing, we will get what we have always got, and that isn't enough. I want something different for my life.

I didn't know if the forgiveness itself was light, glittery stuff that showered down and absolved a person and set them free, or if, instead, it was heavy, cumbersome, a new debt, a currency that was continuously renewed no matter how much was paid out.

Neue Ideen brauchen alte Gebäude

If only there were a river of courage, - Rahel whispered. I would bend down, cup the water in my hand and drink.

Starting over — changing one's beliefs, is a bold endeavor.

Here cells die and are replaced. Knowing their own indestructibility, the CU's within them simply change form, retaining however the identity of all the cells that they have been. (Intently:) While the cell dies physically, its inviolate nature is not betrayed. It is simply no longer physical. That kind of "death" is, then, natural in one way or another within your system.

What do you do with everything that is cut away? she asked Tilman, thinking now about the negative space of stone sculpture, the stone that is discarded, thinking too about how she had thrown away huge pieces of her own early life...

Snow White Makes a Plea to the Witch Light a candle. Feed your scrawny cat. Polish your dark house. Buy a new hat. Write odes, darn socks. Repair your crumbling stoop. Put a smile on your face. Pour out that sour soup. Move away from the mines, Far out by the bay. And I beg you, please, Throw that mirror away.

Amantium irae amoris integratio est A Latin saying that means Lovers' quarrels are the renewal of love

He'd abandoned his usual outfit of black rap clothes or GI Joe cammies. He was wearing a brown leather jacket, a cream-colored Henley, faded jeans, and work boots. His hair, which had always been slicked back in a ponytail, was cut short. He had a two-day beard, making his teeth seem whiter and his Latino complexion seem darker.

purification in fire. public cremation

This ragged heart," she said, pulling at her kimono. "I should rip it out and bury it for compost.

I'll tell you this: history is the sound of a floor underneath a rotten regime, termite-ridden and ready to fall. It groans. It smells like ozone before a storm.

In stages, that's how. First you let go of the things you loved.