Quotes About Renewal

What the river was showing her now was that she could flow beyond the brokenness, redeem herself, and fuse once more.

Love doesn't sit there like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all of the time, made new.

Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new.

If somebody steps on your shoes and ruins them, don't freak out.. get a new pair of shoes. If you miss something, don't freak out.. there's nothing you can do to change it.. just move on

Returning to life was not easy, for joy had to find its long unused paths again.

It seemed as if at least a moment some spring had burst forth in his barren soul.

The only thing holier than a crucifixion is a resurrection.

There was nothing more unfair in the world than when something, be it tree or man, lived on to uselessness, to the point when it became a burden; that of the multitude of sins let loose upon the world to be prayed away and redeemed, this was the only one that was unbearable. The tree at least would fall, rot, and fertilize the earth. But man? Is he at least good for that? Then why bear old age if it brings nothing but discomfort and suffering?

You have to think ahead, if you want to live, look around to see what you have, what to use to begin your new life.

As the soil was renewed, so one's feelings seemed to change, uniting in some inexplicable way with a distant age when the eyes and ears of men were more alert to sights, sounds, and fine distinctions.

We may never be martyrs but we can die to self, to sin, to the world, to our plans and ambitions. That is the significance of baptism; we died with Christ and rose to new life.

The only way to build hope is through the Earth.

Sonetul c?tre vânt Curgi, vântule: nebun nisip C?ci lumea e o lumânare Cel care vine f?r? chip Ucide umbrele-n suflare. Acesta este trupul meu Osp?? bolnav de alterare Hr?ne?te-te ?i bea mereu C?ci sângele-i cu minutare O, schimb?-m? în ce nu sunt În alt? na?tere mai mare Din pântece eram p?mânt ?i mama m? crezuse soare. Curgi, vântule: trezit mormânt, Pe flac?ra întâmpl?toare.

i have wiped your face off my face ripped your shadow off my shadow levelled the hills in you turned your plains into hills set your seasons at odds within you turned all the ends of the world from you wrapped the path of my life around you my impenetrable my impossible path now you just try to find me

Despair was a thing of the past, discarded like a scarf through the window of a moving car.

You panic and you rage, then this calm settles over you, and you remake yourself.

And as I went up to him and took his hands, I felt that I had made no mistakes; and although I knew that, in a sense which could never be true of him, I was linked with the past that I had yielded up, inextricably and for ever, I found it not inappropriate that the years of frustration and grief and loss, of work and conflict and painful resurrection, should have led me through their dark and devious ways to this new beginning.

The fact that, within ten years, I lost one world, and after a time rose again, as it were, from spiritual death to find another, seems to me one of the strongest arguments against suicide that life can provide. There may not be - I believe that there is not - resurrection after death, but nothing could prove more conclusively than my own brief but eventful history the fact that resurrection is possible within our limited span of earthly time.

At this time of the year it seems that everything ought to be creative, not destructive, and that we should encourage things to live and not die.

I rise back up to the surface with a kind of solemn quiet peace that comes when you know it's all over.

my well of self has run dry.

To change what you get you must change who you are.

But I will find new habits, new thoughts, new rules. I will become something else.

The place we should escape to is the feet of Jesus. He alone can stabilize our souls and recharge our spirits to run the next heat in the race.