Quotes About Renewal

Have you not sometimes noted, When we unlock some long-disuséd room With heavy dust and soiling mildew filled, Where never foot of man has come for years, And from the windows take the rusty bar, And fling the broken shutters to the air, And let the bright sun in, how the good sun Turns every grimy particle of dust Into a little thing of dancing gold? Guido, my heart is that long-empty room, But you have let love in, and with its gold Gilded all life.

He did not hate the Winter now, for he knew that it was merely the Spring asleep, and that the flowers were resting.

He who lives more lives than one More deaths than one must die.

Pentru a-È›i recâÈ™tiga tinereÈ›ea trebuie doar s?-È›i repeÈ›i nebuniile.

I was obliged to call on dear Lady Harbury.  I hadn't been there since her poor husband's death.  I never saw a woman so altered; she looks quite twenty years younger. 

A new life! That was what he wanted. That was what he was waiting for. Surely he

In the cave of black Despair: He only looked upon the sun, And drank the morning air.

All things change; nothing perishes.

My soul would sing of metamorphoses. But since, o gods, you were the source of these bodies becoming other bodies, breathe your breath into my book of changes: may the song I sing be seamless as its way weaves from the world's beginning to our day.

Omnia mutantur; nihil interit

Nothing retains its original form, but Nature, the goddess of all renewal, keeps altering one shape into another. Nothing at all in the world can perish, you have to believe me; things merely vary and change their appearance. What we call birth is merely becoming a different entity; what we call death is ceasing to be the same. Though the parts may possibly shift their position from here to there, the wholeness in nature is constant.

I intend to speak of metamorphoses.

Jokaisen rakkauden voittaa uusi rakkaus.

Alles verändert sich nur, nichts stirbt.

All things do change; but nothing sure doth perish.

Thus earth of late so rude, So shapeless, man, till now unknown, became.

Love is something which dies and when dead it rots and becomes soil for a new love. The the dead love continues its secret life in the living one, and thus in reality there is no death in love.

Kärleken är någonting som dör. Och när den dör går den över i förruttnelse och kan bli jordmån för en ny kärlek. Den döda kärleken lever då sitt hemliga liv i den levande och det finns i själva verket i kärleken ingen död.

El amor es algo que muere. Y cuando muere se pudre, pero puede servir de humus para un nuevo amor. De modo que aquel amor ya muerto continúa viviendo una vida secreta en el nuevo amor, y así nos hallamos con que el amor es inmortal.

Water, we go to you dirty and rise from you clean.

Arrayed in a new body another mother may someday give birth so that with stronger limbs and brighter mind the old soul shall take the road to earth again.

As a child of the Goddess, I know that when a being dies, the soul lives on. That dying is only a way of forgetting pain and suffering--that it is a pathway to travel back to the Goddess to be renewed and made strong-- to rest and to one day be ready to return to this realm, for it is spoken by the High Priestess...

Oh,great.It's like we're being bussed in from the fucking projects, Aphrodite and I'm hoping for urban renewal, Aphrodite grumbled.

The storm is over, there is sunlight in my heart. I have a glass of wine and sit thinking of what has passed.