Quotes About Renewal

The answer to Russia's problems lies here, in Russia. . . . The church is the key. If Russia's guiding force is not religion, then her people will be listless. We can have Western laws, independent judges, perhaps even parliaments -- but only if they grow gradually out of a spiritual renewal. That has to come first.

Deep change is rarely a matter of knowledge. It is a matter of repentance.

How do you even choose what to mend when so much has already been destroyed? How could she think, she asked herself, that she could revive or save anything?

All could see the holly now bristling green. From every cut and wound and point from which a parted limb had gone, a hundred prickly, scorning tongues.

I could not believe in the joyous morning bound. It was disbelief well-founded: thirty-five years between then and now, and while I rise punctually I do so grudgingly; each morning brings its own renewal of the battle....

I wished that adults were as capable as children of moving beyond some impasse, letting go of whatever had been intractable only hours or days ago. I envied them that ability to discard their past selves as if they were old, tattered, useless skins.

Autumn is a second spring where every leaf is a flower

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.

Do not let Sunday be taken from you. If your soul has no sunday, it becomes an orphan.

We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit.

Sometimes our light goes out, but is blown again into instant flame by an encounter with another human being.

In everyone's life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit.

She's a manner of speaking. Even the flowers don't come back, or the green leaves. There are new flowers, new green leaves. There are other beautiful days. Nothing comes back, nothing repeats itself, because everything is real.

Sinto-me nascido a cada momento para a completa novidade do mundo...

December 21, 2012 represents a unique opportunity for renaissance, renewal and reinvention that people have waited for for centuries.

This whole effort to rebuild and stabilize a countryside is not without its disappointments and mistakes... What matter though these temporary growing pains when one can cast his eye upon the hills and see hard-boiled farmers who have spent their lives destroying land now carrying water by hand to their new plantations

A land ethic, then, reflects the existence of an ecological conscience, and this in turn reflects a conviction of individual responsibility for the health of the land. Health is the capacity of the land for self-renewal. Conservation is our effort to understand and preserve this capacity.

When you're young, no matter how many unpleasant things have happened to you (unless by that time you've become hopelessly neurotic), hope returns daily, even hourly. The sight of a beautiful person, bird, tree, house, flower can lift your spirits like a thermal does the wings of a gliding gull!

Hay cicatrices que se rebelan para volver a su condición primera: heridas. Y su frenesí no se conforma tampoco con retroceder un ciclo: quieren el acto nuevamente.

Es decir que anhelo un golpe de hacha que quiebre mis ramas actuales. Quedarme desnuda y esperar sonriente.

He dado el salto de mí al alba. He dejado mi cuerpo junto a la luz y he cantado la tristeza de lo que nace

Hacer el amor adentro de nuestro abrazo significó una luz negra: la oscuridad se puso a brillar. Era la luz reencontrada, doblemente apagada pero de algún modo más viva que mil soles.

No cuentes el tiempo sino tus transformaciones

Awakening is not a thing. It is not a goal, not a concept. It is not something to be attained. It is a metamorphosis. If the caterpillar thinks about the butterfly it is to become, saying 'And then I shall have wings and antennae,' there will never be a butterfly. The caterpillar must accept its own disappearance in its transformation. When the marvelous butterfly takes wing, nothing of the caterpillar remains.