Quotes About Renewal

Innovation basically involves making obsolete that which you did before.

Water never disappears forever. It flows back into the sea, becomes rain, forms a river, fills a pond, or cascades down a mountain. In one way or another, it always returns. —"On the Way of Water," from the journal of Hayden Stone

For everything that has not successfully transcended itself can only fall prey to revivals without end.

Belli bir doneme ait filmler yeni bicimleriyle yeni bicimleriyle yeniden gundeme getirilmeye calisilmaktadir. Oysa bu iki film tipi arasindaki fark, gercek insanla ona benzeyen otomat arasindaki farki gibidir. | 75

I kept nothing of myself but the ashes.

Et qui refuserait au Phénix une bûche Pour le naïf espoir de renaître avec lui ? (Phénixologie)

Fortunately, the sun has a wonderfully glorious habit of rising every morning.

Fortunately, the sun has a wonderfully glorious habit of rising every morning. When

It probably wouldn't last. It never does. But it would come back around again. That's how life works. And that's why it's important to treasure the peaceful times-so you can persevere through the other kind.

A few animals may eat nuts or fruits and others may browse leaves, or even twig tips from a tree, but bark and wood are largely inedible, and grow back slowly once destroyed. The same energy and soil nutrients put into an equal weight of grass will feed many, many more, and the grass will constantly renew itself.

Do you think that too, she said, that I have slept too long in the moonlight?

Saved, rescued, but not quite so good as new...

We are called to assist the Earth to heal her wounds and in the process heal our own-indeed, to embrace the whole creation in all it's diversity, beauty, and wonder.

I know now, after fifty years, that the finding/losing, forgetting/remembering, leaving/returning, never stops. The whole of life is about another chance, and while we are alive, till the very end, there is always another chance.

I've lived my life like a serial killer; finish with one part, strangle it and move on to the next. Life in neat little boxes is life in neat little coffins, the dead bodies of the past laid out side by side. I am discovering, now, in the late afternoon of the day, that the dead still speak.

Part broken - part whole, you begin again. ( from 'Why books seem shockproof against change.' THE TIMES: BOOKS)

Every new beginning prompts a return.

I read that the body remakes itself every seven years. Every cell. Even the bones rebuild themselves like coral. Why then do we remember what should be long gone? What's the point of every scar and humiliation? What is the point of remembering the good times when they are gone? I love you. I miss you. You are dead.

Perhaps it is true that the world is made new again every day but our minds are not. The clamp that holds me will not let me go.

I wanted clothes about me because I felt I had been bone stripped. The solid knowable shape had gone.

I came to this city to escape.

What is it that I have to tell myself again and again? That there is always a new beginning, a different end.

Here's my life - I have to mine it, farm it, trade it, tenant it, and when the lease is up it cannot be renewed.

We had killed them all without firing a shot. I prayed for the snow to fall and bury them for ever. When the snow falls you can almost believe the world is clean again. Is every snowflake different? No one knows.