Quotes About Renewal

Unspeakable, O Queen, is the sorrow you bid me renew.

Steep thyself in a bowl of summertime.

Spring shows what God can do with a drab and dirty world.

Spring is beautiful, and smells sweet. Spring is when you shake the curtains, and pound on the rugs, and take off your long underwear, and wash in all the corners.

There is nothing like a newborn baby to renew your spirit - and to buttress your resolve to make the world a better place.

I don't believe in aging. I believe in forever altering one's aspect to the sun.

I suppose the pleasure of country life lies really in the eternally renewed evidences of the determination to live.

It is not more surprising to be born twice than once; everything in nature is resurrection.

I will arise and go now. To a place called Innisfree. And I shall have some peace there, For peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning To where the cricket sings

If you always do what you have always done, you will always be where you are right now" ~W. Clement Stone

After a storm there is fair weather, after sorrow there is joy.

At the successive sessions, people may tear up what they did in the previous session and make a fresh start with clearer ideas. This is a sign of advancement.

There has been only one Christmas - the rest are anniversaries.

The dead will think the living are worth it we will knowWho we areAnd we will all enlist again.

On the last day of the world I would want to plant a tree

III Those masterful images because complete Grew in pure mind, but out of what began? A mound of refuse or the sweepings of a street, Old kettles, old bottles, and a broken can, Old iron, old bones, old rags, that raving slut Who keeps the till. Now that my ladder's gone, I must lie down where all the ladders start In the foul rag and bone shop of the heart.

Those masterful images because complete Grew in pure mind, but out of what began? A mound of refuse or the sweepings of a street, Old kettles, old bottles, and a broken can, Old iron, old bones, old rags, that raving slut Who keeps the till. Now that my ladder's gone, I must lie down where all the ladders start In the foul rag and bone shop of the heart.

But he calls down a blessing on the blossom of the may, Because it comes in beauty, and in beauty blows away.

Here are copies of verses you said you liked. I do not think I could ever write or paint any more. I prepare myself for a cycle of other activities in some other life. I will make rigid my roots and branches. It is not now my turn to burst into leaves and flowers.

There is a great deal of difference in believing something still, and believing it again.

The world needs a wash and a week's rest.

It is time for the destruction of error.

I'm not trying to bleed you. I want to renew you.

A garden is made of hope.