Quotes About Renewal

I love high summer as well, but nothing beats a perfect May morning.

It's a beautiful thing, to start over.

We can always begin again.

Martyrdom does not end something, it only a beginning.

I believe that life begins at 50.

For me the French team belongs to the past.

Preparing for the Kingdom of God meant making the world as like unto that Kingdom as possible, and the Kingdom was to be a new reality of restoration, redemption, renewal, and resurrection

She felt that nothing could kill her hope now, nothing. She was seventy-five and she was going to make some changes in her life.

It's great that a song now costs exactly the same as a pack of gum and lasts exactly the same amount of time before it loses its flavour and you have to spend another buck.

It didn't feel so bad to be an orphan. It felt like the first day of a long vacation, a day as empty as the January sky was clear and sunny.

I find I like to talk with her as often as I can. It feels to me as if I'm standing with her on a very solid piece of ground after a tornado's passed. Strength, it seems, in somebody who had a lot of courage to begin with, can at last renew itself.

You wake up one day and realize you are a different person. That seems to be how life happens, how it establishes its patterns. The adult becomes a stranger to the boy he used to be. You become distant from everybody, especially yourself, even if, in the secrecy of your heart, you feel mostly unchanged.

With writing, we have second chances.

The end of the world has come often, and continues to come.

A few days after we came home from the hospital, I sent a letter to a friend, including a photo of my son and some first impressions of fatherhood. He responded, simply, 'Everything is possible again.' It was the perfect thing to write, because that was exactly how it felt. We could retell our stories and make them better, more representative or aspirational. Or we could choose to tell different stories. The world itself had another chance.

He removed several pages of death certificates, which were picked up by another breeze and sent into the trees. Some would fall with the leaves that September. Some would fall with the trees generations later.

I just couldn't be dead any longer.

Hüznü aÅŸman?n tek yolu onu tüketmektir (...)

Maybe it's true that you can use up all of your tears...It was nice to think about, because what I wanted was to be empty.

The end of the world has come often, and continues to often come.

I wanted to pull the thread, unravel the scarf of my silence and start again from the beginning . . .

Ela escreveu: quem me dera ser outra vez rapariga e ter a possibilidade de viver de novo a minha vida. Sofri muito mais que o necessário. E as alegrias que tive nem sempre foram alegres. Podia ter vivido de uma maneira diferente.

In my dream, spring came after summer, came after fall, came after winter, came after spring.

Her grief is replaced with a useful sadness.