Quotes About Renewal

I felt, just then, a kind of indebtedness to green, the colour.

And so passed one morning and every morning and day but the people growing gentle and together, like old bulbs without promise of bloom, thrown to the rubbish heap and sinking in the filth and blindness to sprout a seperate community of dark, touching tendril and root to yet invisible colour of maimed flowers, narcissus, daffodil, tulip, and crocus-leaf stained with blade of snow.

She thanked God that life was not always winter, that spring always came at last to chase away the cold and heaviness, and to release one to warmth and movement again.

I will not go on, I thought. I won't. I will throw my soul to the wind and blow into a thousand pieces. I will wash up on a shore somewhere like bleached and broken driftwood. I will dry out in the sun until I-and any gift I ever had-shrivel into the sand.

Neither of them noticed Jane for a moment, which was for the best, as Jane looked like parts of her had been ripped up and flung into the wind. While Hunter smiled at Savannah, little pieces of Jane fluttered down to the parking lot. ... She waded through the litter of her old self and climbed into the battered Taurus.

An infant's smile was the greatest promise that the world would go on, no matter how much the grown-ups mucked around with it.

One day you will be able to breathe again, not everyday but a little more often.

I want to tell you about the most hopeful thing in the world. It is a seed.

In the music business, especially the country music business, every 10 years or so you're going to have this changing of the guard, this wave of new artists that comes in.

Ben Solo had sought to abandon everything he had been, even casting aside his name. But Luke sensed that Kylo Ren was just a shell around the same broken boy he had tried so hard to reach.

When all the people unlocked their doors, they saw that the kingdom had changed. With the towns quiet and the roads empty, the land had grown greener and the skies had grown bluer. The trees were taller, there were flowers everywhere and the air was filled with the singing of birds.

THE REINVENTION KILLERS Yesterday's Breadwinners Every product or service has a natural life cycle that begins with an introduction, followed by growth, maturity, and inevitably a decline as it becomes yesterday's breadwinner. There are no exceptions

After vacancy has dusted off the cobwebs of our unsettled recollections, we reach out one more time

el mundo entero se mueve a menudo sólo para dejar de ocupar su lugar y usurpar el de otro, sólo por eso, para olvidarse de sí mismo y enterrar al que ha sido, todos nos cansamos indeciblemente de ser el que somos y el que hemos sido.

Quién sabe quién nos sustituye y a quién sustituimos nosotros, sólo sabemos que sustituimos y se nos sustituye siempre, en todas las ocasiones y en todas las circunstancias y en cualquier desempeño y en todas partes, en el amor, la amistad, en el empleo y en la influencia, en la dominación, y en el odio que también mañana se cansará de nosotros, o pasado mañana o al otro o al otro.

Si desaparecemos no se notará nuestra falta, el hueco será rellenado sin solución de continuidad, como un tejido que se regenera rápido.

To destroy is always the first step to creation.

Always it's Spring)and everyone's in love and flowers pick themselves.

though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens

gone are those hugest hours of dark and cold when blood and flesh to inexistence bow (all that was doubtful's certain,timid's bold; old's youthful and reluctant's eager now)

Ever since this day I have dreamt sometimes... I, a street rat in my soul, dream even now... that if it were possible to life this littered, paved Manhattan from the earth... and all its torn and dripping pipes and conduits and tunnels and tracks and cables--all of it, like a scab from new skin underneath--how seedlings would sprout and freshets bubble up, and brush and grasses would grow over the rolling hills...

I made myself a glass of chocolate milk using enough syrup for three normal glasses. I also made myself four peanut butter crackers. Then I walked out the living room door to our terrace. The trees were coming! New green was all over ... green so new that it was kissing yellow.

What a caterpillar calls the end of the world we call a butterfly.

Upon closer scrutiny, however, you will discover that the decomposing tree trunk and rotting leaves not only give birth to new life, but are full of life themselves. Microorganisms are at work.