Quotes About Renewal

Waeges, Menog, and Oestara." I named them from right to left. "Autumn, Winter, and Spring.

We are washed clean by action and attitude, never by water alone.

Let's go again to Niag'ra,This time we'll look at the Fall.Let's leave our hut, Dear,Get out of our rut, Dear,Let's get away from it all.

Well, that day is gone, and it will not occur again.

I was tired of the same saas-bahu family dramas that I was being offered, so I took a long break.

When somebody offers you a role which you might not have done for a long time then it becomes a challenge for you.

I felt that some of my work was OK. If I could do it over, I'd do better.

Sure I destroyed my guitar at every concert, but it was okay, because I'd always get a shiny new one the very next day.

A man growing old becomes a child again.

If every day is an awakening, you will never grow old. You will just keep growing.

I believe we are most beautiful when we are constantly shedding our old selves and moving into new light.

I think it's important that we have a new batch of British film-makers that aren't doing the same old stuff. And that includes me.

My challenge is to convince Ontarians that the old world is not coming back.

If I don't do a bit of theatre at least once a year, I feel depleted and starved.

Chords that were broken will vibrate once more.

I believe in reinventing oneself if one has messed up and is repentant and actually makes an effort to change for the better, I'm all about that.

The best thing about theatre is that every time we get onstage, the show is new.

Having life taken away from you for a little while forces you to be more open-minded and to go live.

The more Opening Days the better. It never gets old. It's one of those things where as it comes you embrace it, get ready, you still get those butterflies, which means you care.

I tremble with pleasure when I think that on the very day of my leaving prison both the laburnum and the lilac will be blooming in the gardens, and that I shall see the wind stir into restless beauty the swaying gold of the one, and make the other toss the pale purple of its plumes, so that all the air shall be Arabia for me.

All the spring may be hidden in the single bud, and the low ground nest of the lark may hold the joy that is to herald the feet of many rose-red dawns.

The common hill-flowers wither, but they blossom again. The laburnum will be as yellow next June as it is now. In a month there will be purple stars on the clematis, and year after year the green night of its leaves will hold its purple stars. But we never get back our youth.

It would kill the past, and when that was dead, he would be free.

something was dead in each of us, and what was dead was hope.