Quotes About Renewal

He had spent the winter existing, not living. Today, for the first time since the autumn, he felt glad to be alive.

In die ersten Augenblicke des neuen Tages gehören nicht eigene Pläne und Sorgen, auch nicht der Übereifer der Arbeit, sondern Gottes befreiende Gnade, Gottes segnende Nähe.

When one was reinventing oneself, anywhere could be home.

So on my fiftieth birthday, deep within myself I had but one wicked wish—for something would tear me away from all these guarantees and comforts, that would necessitate my not merely continuing, but my starting anew." When he wrote those lines in 1941, Zweig had already decided to kill himself,

giving life back to an adolescent who would otherwise disappear forever:

a relationship with time that removes all relevance from the distinction between memory and forgetting, something like a rediscovery or, as in the case of the ritual when it is successful, a renewal.

I had no need to raise my head to see and, in fact, no longer raised it but to contemplate heaven which to me was filled with joy. All my trials had come to an end and the winter of my soul had passed on [20]forever.

Amen, amen, I say to you, unless the grain of [5]wheat falls into the ground and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it will bring forth much fruit.

L'amore è una particella di speranza, l'eterno rinnovarsi del mondo, il sentiero della terra promessa, colui che trova la sua metà diventi più completo dell'umanità intera. non è l'uomo che è unico in se stesso, è nel momento in cui comincia ad amare che lo diventa.

Mia didn't know what she wanted, but she knew what she didn't want any more. The waiting, the silence, the suspicion. She wanted to rediscover her appetite for life and to stop waking up with her stomach in knots.

they were determined to restore all of them to this imagined pristine state.

Destruction is also creation.

A change in the weather is sufficient to recreate the world and ourselves.

For often I have wished to see a person again without realising that it was simply because that personal recalled to me a hedge of hawthorns in blossom, and I have been led to believe, and to make someone else believe, in a renewal of affection, by what was no more than an inclination to travel.

Every person is destroyed when we cease to see him; after which his next appearance is a new creation, different from that which immediately preceded it, if not from them all.

Death is in truth an illness from which we recover

The creation of the world did not occur at the beginning of time, it occurs every day.

which would enable him to prolong for the time being, and to renew for one day more the disappointment, the torturing deception that must always come to him with the vain presence of this woman, whom he might approach, yet never dared embrace.

Why, when we regain consciousness, is it not an identity other than the one we had previously that is embodied in us? It is not clear what dictates the choice nor why, among the millions of human beings we might be, it is the being we were the day before that we unerringly grasp.

the cooing of pigeons, nesting in the wall outside; shimmering and unexpected like a first hyacinth gently tearing open its nutritious heart to release its flower of sound, mauve and satin-soft, letting into my still dark and shuttered bedroom as through an opened window the warmth, the brightness, the fatigue of a first fine day.

For in this respect love is not like war; after the battle is ended we renew the fight with keener ardour, which we never cease to intensify the more thoroughly we are defeated, provided always that we are still in a position to give battle.

His strength was restored and, with it, all his desires to live; he went out, began living again, and died a second time for himself.

He felt the inspirations of his youth, which had been dissipated by a frivolous life, stirring again in him, but they all bore now the reflection, the stamp of a particular being; and during the long hours which he now found a subtle pleasure in spending at home, alone with his convalescent soul, he became gradually himself again, but himself in thraldom to another. He

And on their naked limbs the flowry roof/Show'r'd Rose, which the Morn repair'd.