Quotes About Renewal

With the new day comes new strength and new thoughts.

Many divorces are not really the result of irreparable injury but involve, instead, a desire on the part of the man or woman to shatter the setup, start out from scratch alone, and make life work for them all over again. They want the risk of disaster, want to touch bottom, see where bottom is, and, coming up, to breathe the air with relief and relish again.

When patterns are broken, new worlds emerge.

A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years.

Another day for me is just another day to love you all over again.

If you keep carrying the same bricks from your past into the future, you will end up building the same house which won't last

Just when you give up and think the whole world is heartless, you turn around and face someone so wonderful that they give you a reason to Love again, at least one more time.

Have enough courage to trust love, one more time.

One day someone is going to hug you so tight that all your broken pieces will stick back together.

Human hearts are elastic. They have room for all sorts of passions, and they can break and heal and love again and again.

Love that does not renew itself every day becomes a habit and in turn a slavery.

If we loved again, I swear I'd love you right.

Love is the oxygen of the spirit. It allows us to breathe. And it purifies, energizes and uplifts all that it touches.

Have enough courage to trust love one more time and always one more time

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.

I rise to taste the dawn, and find that love alone will shine today.

I want to try making things right because picking up the pieces is way better than leaving them the way they are.

This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something.

The emotion that can break your heart is sometimes the very one that heals it...

Valoa kohti kuljet niin kuin kevät, jos uskallat katsoa.

the task of philosophy is to start over from the beginning time and time again.

They crawl out from warm mulch, just after snow, In hidings from tunnels row after row; They rest among dew drops and fly out to bring Their red spots of colors to gardens of spring.

In a state of pseudo-death you restore your substance.

Without the air of prayer, we die spiritually.