Quotes About Renewal

There is symbolic as well as actual beauty in the migration of the birds, the ebb and flow of the tides, the folded bud ready for the spring. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature - the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after the winter.

No witchcraft, no enemy action had silenced the rebirth of new life in this stricken world. The people had done it themselves.

Whatever the vexations or concerns of their personal lives, their thoughts can find paths that lead to inner contentment and to renewed excitement in living. Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is symbolic as well as actual beauty in the migration of the birds, the ebb and flow of the tides, the folded bud ready for the spring.

Here's the thing about love, Mrs. Basil E. replied. You get a last chance. And then, when that doesn't work, you make yourself another last chance. Then another. Then another. You keep going until your last chances run out.

I am forgetting about time and Tal because maybe my life isn't over. Maybe it's only beginning.

It's easier to start over than to work to make something last.

I told her: I act such that love will not fail again as it failed us before.

Every great loss demands that we choose life again. We need to grieve in order to do this. The pain we have not grieved over will always stand between us and life. When we don't grieve, a part of us becomes caught in the past like Lot's wife who, because she looked back, was turned into a pillar of salt.

Life wastes nothing. Over and over again every molecule that has ever been is gathered up by the hand of life to be reshaped into yet another form. p 259

Ah, look at that sunrise!" Tim says at the first stoplight, lifting his arms toward the windshield. "Four billion sunrises, over the dinosaurs, the pharaohs, and now ours today. And no one's ever the same. Isn't it just the most remarkable thing? Each day is fresh and unique, yet each is also a link to every dawn all the way back to the Precambrian.

Snuggle down in my cocoon, be a butterfly soon.

When new hopes fail, old hopes return in the endless cycle of desperation.

Annamaria had preferred oil rather than electric lamps. She said that sunshine grows plants, the plants express essential oils, and years later those oils fire the lamps - giving back 'the light of the other days'.

The corpse you planted last year in your garden, Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?" —T. S. Eliot, The Waste Land

Consumed or purified by fire.

To everything there is a season, A time to kill and a time to heal

perhaps a sea again, or a jungle, because all things pass.

I'm Shelly Framington. But call me Sarah. I don't like who Shelly was, what she did.

I still love the sound of breaking, the tearing of the page

We get so busy that it's easy to let some things slide. We can either pick them up again, or let them stay lost.... I never thought about knitting like that, though.

What the people around me failed to understand was that my life as I'd known it, as I'd wanted it, as I'd dreamed it, was over. The only way I could achieve fulfillment was to find myself a new one.

she felt a quiet joy, an awareness that she could be happy again.

Trying to discern what was different about them, she decided it was a new sense of life. They seemed to shimmer with it.

The only way I could achieve fulfillment was to find myself a new one.