Quotes About Renewal

gave in and let the tears happen. A good rain smooths out the soil, Wilda Culp used to say. I needed a good rain.

Put it behind you. New day comin' and plenty to do.

Maybe life is a series of little deaths and rebirths, of passages and rites of passage, of God teaching you to stop clinging to one thing so you can reach for another.

The trick," she says, "is to find a new dream for the next part of your life. Then empty nest becomes a beginning, not an ending.

Is survival sometimes about death and rebirth? Egg to caterpillar to chrysalis to butterfly? Is this, this ending of our family as I know it, not the death season but the birth of the butterfly season?

These girls want nothing to do with last season's clothes.

When the convert emerges from the water, the world seems changed. The world has not changed, it is always wonderful and horrible, iniquitous and filled with beauty. But now, after baptism, the eyes that see the world have changed.

How the waterlilies fill with rain until they overturn, spilling water into water, then rock back, and fill with more.

Lord, what an honor it will be to start the day with you. Give me the strength to lift my head, the courage to lift my heart, the joy to lift my spirits, and the confidence to lift my eyes and see you rising and shining in me.

With God, it isn't who you were that matters; it's who you are becoming.

Maybe God doesn't always fix what's shattered. But he can make something new and beautiful out of what's been broken." ~Violet

I know that. I'm having a ball. I'm not slap happy. I'm just filled up with joy and with peace and with all kinds of things that have eluded me for quite a few years. And they're back and they're thriving.

How can we speak about sustainability without speaking about the Sustainer?

As I enter on the path of happiness, I scatter the dregs and shreds and clippings of the past behind me. I divest myself of all the crapulous years.

It's a time now of new beginnings.

He wept, and it felt as if the tears were cleansing him, as if his body needed to empty itself.

Chaque matin, je me dégage des bras enchanteurs de Morphée, pétrifiée à l'idée de ces heures interminables qui s'égrèneront lentement jusqu'à ce que je puisse me replonger dans l'oubli bienfaisant d'un nouveau sommeil.

Even though it is not pictured in the Death card, our snake-wrapped Orphic egg—the latent seed of life that we first saw in the Magus card, whose elements were married in the Lovers, and which then was fertilized by the Hermit—is now entering the last stage of development before hatching into new life.

Stupid women, and all are stupid, think the first winning of the man the final victory. Then they settle down and grow fat, and stale, and dead, and heartbroken. Alas, they are so stupid. But you, little infant-woman with your first victory, you must make your love-life an unending chain of victories. Each day you must win your man again. And when you have won the last victory, when you can find no more to win, then ends love. Finis is written, and your man wanders in strange gardens.

Nothing lasts forever But there is always something.

The spring came suddenly, bursting upon the world as a child bursts into a room, with a laugh and a shout and hands full of flowers.

Simplicity is the character of the spring of life.

Far off I hear the crowing of the cocks, And through the opening door that time unlocks Feel the fresh breathing of To-morrow creep.

Turn, turn, my wheel! All things must change To something new, to something strange; Nothing that is can pause or stay; The moon will wax, the moon will wane, The mist and cloud will turn to rain, The rain to mist and cloud again, To-morrow be to-day.