Quotes About Renewal

La mort est un printemps qui n'est pas éphémère.

God loves you just the way you are, but He refuses to leave you that way. He wants you to be just like Jesus.

The Ankh represents the connection all life has to that which has gone before, the umbilicus. It is the sign of life infused into humans from the divine spark and thence from human to human. The Ankh refers to that which is protected, renewed and vitalized; it is the descent of the eternal principle, the Atum, into the physical plane.

God's servant, like the god himself, wore new clothes every day.

In a time of destruction, create something.

And the heart gets watered and recovers itself. There is hope, everywhere there is hope.

21 days for an old mental image to dissolve and a new one to jell.

I think of the trees and how simply they let go, let fall the riches of a season, how without grief (it seems) they can let go and go deep into their roots for renewal and sleep ... Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember that nothing stays the same for long, not even pain, psychic pain. Sit it out. Let it all pass.

Oti?i ?u da te ne mrzim da mi postane svejedno. Rasuo sam tvoj lik po dalekim putevima razne?e ih vjetar i sprati kiše nadam se. U meni ?e ga potrti pozlijedenost.

We should kill our pasts with each passing day. Blot them out, so that they will not hurt. Each present day could thus be endured more easily, it would not be measured against what no longer exists. As things our, spectres mix with our lives so that there is neither pure memory nor pure life. They clash and try to strangle each other, continually.

And if you'd been healthy and happy, you wouldn't have come home?" "When everything is lost a man seeks refuge, as if he were returning to his mother's womb." "And after that?" "After that he forgets. He's driven to it by his restlessness. He wants to be what he was not, or what he was. He runs away from his fortune and looks for another.

We should kill our pasts with each passing day. Blot them out, so that they will not hurt. Each present day could thus be endured more easily, it would not be measured against what no longer exists. As things are, specters mix with our lives so that there is neither pure memory nor pure life. They clash and try to strangle each other, continually.

Autrefois tu pensais comme moi, ou presque, comme nous tous. Il n'est pas facile de se transformer, il faut rejeter tout ce que l'on a été, ce que l'on a appris et acquis, toutes ses habitudes. Mais toi tu t'es transformé, entièrement. C'est comme si tu avais réappris à marcher, à balbutier tes premières paroles, à te créer de nouvelles habitudes. La raison devait être très importante.

U?imo se ponovo da živimo. Nespretno u po?etku, ali željno i gladno

then I just closed my eyes and watched the blossom petals fall and

To be anorexic...she thought, amounted to wanting to shed yourself of some of the imperfect mosaic of pieces that made you who you were. She could understand that now for, maybe underneath that desquamated self you would locate a new version.

In a new environment, it was possible to transform.

I always feel lifted the minute I taste real air. The minute I see the sun-scorched signs, the swaying traffic-lights. The lab is gone. But not tonight, it seems. Tonight all I can think of is Diane Fleming rolling into town, starting fires.

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower.   

There are many things I don't know, but quite a few I do. I know you can't be lost if you know where you are. I know that life is full of precious and fragile things, and not all of them are pretty. I know that the sun follows the moon and makes days, one after another. Time passes. The world turns, and we turn with it, and though we can never go back to the beginning, sometimes, we can start again.

That was the thing about water under a bridge. It could get caught up in a bunch of debris, or it could sweep everything away, leaving nothing behind; it all depended on the ferocity of the storm.

Excuse our appearances. We are taking apart yesterday, to make way for tomorrow

Let's choose all over nothing

Conversion, constant conversion, is the message of the Gospel.