Quotes About Renewal

He smelled like earth after rain.

No matter who you are, no matter what you did, no matter where you've come from, you can always change, become a better version of yourself.

All discarded lovers should be given a second chance, but with somebody else.

Two words. Three vowels. Four constenants. Seven letters. It can either cut you open to the core and leave you in ungodly pain or it can free your soul and lift a tremendous weight off you shoulders. The phrase is: It's over.

A cherry tree was coming into bloom, shooting out a froth of sugar-pink blossoms. She could see from its size and the gnarled branches that it was a mature tree, yet still capable of putting on such a wonderful show. A new beginning every spring, even from an old tree.

Empirically speaking, we are made from star stuff. Why aren't we talking more about that? Materials never leave this world. They just keep recycling, recombining. That's what you kept telling me when we met--that in a real, material sense, what is made from where . I didn't have a clue what you were talking about, but I could see you burned for it. I wanted to be near that burning. I still don't understand, but at least now my fingers ride the lip.

I feel at once the need to die and be reborn one thousand years ago.

But I trust I will live in my skin again, if life is sweet and long.

No more words from the field! Thus begins the slow slide back to my life, back to the plans I drew before the summer became the summer of wanting you

This is what Lilly loves about London, that every building, street, common and square, has had different uses, that everything was once spomething else, that the present, was once the past ammended

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Life is long. Things can resume.

Do not cry for me, Raven. Dying is part of living, a birth into a new life. You know this.

The only pre-condition for this Holy Spirit outpouring is that we be a people who will see the vision and that we be willing to pay the price for power through prayer and fasting.

And if happiness should surprise you again, do not mention its previous betrayal. Enter into the happiness, and burst.

For me it is essential, essential for the poet to have a new toast, new songs.

What would happen if I were to become A child again? And I returned to you… and you returned to me.

I baptize you in the name of the conservation of energy. What comes around goes around.

It was an endless cycle--put one thing away, pick another up anew. You see what I'm saying? There's no evolution, no chance for growth.

Fast unmittelbar darauf sandte der Dschungel seine schlanken grünen Finger auf die Fläche die Gato velassen hatte, und tastete nach neuen Stellen, wo er wachsen konnte.

Bullshit makes the flowers grow and that is beautiful

Though a tree grow ever so high, the falling leaves return to the ground.

Jane never forgot her first Easter day at Moor End. Many times later in her life she came back to the place she had learned to love but the memory of this one day never faded. Everything about the day was right. The weather was perfect. Sun, cloud, wind, and blue skies. An April day. Everything was fresh and clean. Everything was growing again and even Jane could sense something of the message of Easter.

like a window had been thrown open inside my head and my heart, where there had been closed shutters before.