Quotes About Renewal

Eldred cups his hands, and the branches of the throne shudder and begin to grow, sending up new green shoots to spiral into the air, leaves unfurling and flower buds bursting along the length of them. The roots of the ceiling begin to worm, lengthening like vines and crawling across the underside of the hill. There is a scent in the air, like a summer breeze, heavy with the promise of apples.

The curse is broken. The king is returned.

You're unwinding yourself like a spool. What happens when there's no more thread?' 'Then I spin more,' I say, carrying the metaphor. 'Let me help you,' she says, brightening. My brows rise. 'You want to make thread?

She understood now that knowing when to walk away and when to hunker down and refuse to leave were equally difficult decisions to make in a marriage; that going back didn't have to mean settling; and that the most fulfilling times weren't always before a storm, but sometimes long after the dust had settled, when you were able to lift your chin and see what was left standing so you could wrap yourself around it with all of the wonder it deserved.

As is the generation of leaves, so is that of humanity. The wind scatters the leaves on the ground, but the live timber Burgeons with leaves again in the season of spring returning. So one generation of men will grow while another dies.

Like the generations of leaves, the lives of mortal men. Now the wind scatters the old leaves across the earth, now the living timber bursts with the new buds and spring comes round again. And so with men: as one generation comes to life, another dies away.

people who walk around in the rain naked don't get wet: they get washed

Life cannot go on without a great deal of forgetting.

Lontano dal centro dove brillano le grandi intelligenze, dove l'aria è carica di pensieri, dove tutto si rinnova, l'istruzione invecchia, il gusto si snatura come acqua stagnante. Per mancanza di esercizio, le passioni si rattrappiscono ingigantendo cose di nessuna importanza. Ecco perché l'avarizia e il pettegolezzo appestano la vita di provincia.

I certainly notice the vitality in Belfast, which wasn't there in the Seventies. There was a war going on then. Now there are cranes everywhere. There really is a sense of renewal and hope.

I do believe at the end of the night when you're with your family, the character gets hung up on the door like a coat, and is there to be taken on the next morning.

She wouldn't have bothered to try to fix it. (her marriage) She would have let herself fall into something fresh and new and delicious.

about six months ago, after my fortieth, I started to feel so...the only word I can think of is 'bland.' Or 'flat' might be a better word.

You don't want to be you anymore. Of course you don't. Who would?

Nothing is forever except change.

It was so easy to forget how bad things were. Like winter. Like the flu. Like childbirth.

How I'd love to get away from here and be someone else for a while in a place where no one knows or expects certain things from me.

In every end, there is also a beginning.

If Christianity has really come from heaven, it must renew the whole life of man; it must govern the life of nations no less than that of individuals; it must control a Christian when acting in his public and political capacity as completely as when he is engaged in the duties which belong to him as a member of a family circle.

Fresher than the harvest.

And now from yonder hill the sun's bright beams Shine through the mist, and flood the world with light; The path winds on, leaving our broken dreams Of tangled briar and brake far out of sight. The dawn of hope has come our heart to cheer; The path before us shines in the sun's ray. We follow on, into the coming year, And in hope's sunshine greet each op'ning day.

First a howling blizzard woke us, Then the rain came down to soak us, And now before the eye can focus — Crocus.

Tears are not endless.

It was strong, whatever was between us, thick, like the wet air and the smell of every green thing ready to bloom. Maybe it was just spring. Maybe that's all it was.