Quotes About Regrowth

If memory serves, it takes him quite a while to re-grow a head...

All those unclaimed arms and legs lost in the fields of Flanders – Ursula imagined them pushing roots down into the mud and shoots up to the sky and growing once again into men. An army of men marching back for revenge.

We're sorry. We didn't know how hard it is for you to grow back.

You continually recycle your material body—almost all of it—once a year (stomach lining every five days; skin once a month; skeleton every three months; liver every six weeks; genetic material every six weeks).

Take the planarian flatworm. You can slice it in two and each part will grow into a new worm. The hydra, a freshwater creature, can actually regenerate body parts, and the sea anemone doesn't appear to experience senescence at all." I

The cultures of indigenous people of California," Anderson explained, "are rooted in a belief that nature has an inherent ability to renew itself, to cause the return of geese, the re-growth of the plants, the germination of next year's crop of wildflowers.

To be a guy that disappeared from reggaeton for 10 years and come back, it can't be better than that.

People and trees are caught in irreversible histories of disturbance. But some kinds of disturbance have been followed by regrowth of a sort that nurtures many lives.

Information, and a monumental amount of it, is clearly passed from the body to the blastema.

Fortified by our new knowledge that electricity controlled growth in bone, we returned instead to the nerves, taking a closer look at how their currents stimulated regrowth.

Oh, horrible—worst of all—worse than death, when you have made a little clearing in the wilderness, planted your little garden, let in your sunlight, and then the weeds creep in again!

Something dies, but it's never really all gone. In our hearts, there's always a little piece left. And it can bloom again.

Over everything—up through the wreckage of the city, in gutters, along the riverbanks, tangled among tiles and tin roofing, climbing on charred tree trunks—was a blanket of fresh, vivid, lush, optimistic green; the verdancy rose even from the foundations of ruined houses. Weeds already hid the ashes, and wild flowers were in bloom among the city's bones. The bomb had not only left the underground organs of the plants intact; it had stimulated them.

The key to our oldest woodland is that it has been cut down and regrown, in some cases as often as 50 or 60 times. It is one of the most perfectly sustainable resources and ecosystems known to man.

Life alone can rekindle life.

Sometimes it takes a large-scale wildfire to help renew the ecosystem of an old-growth forest and allow it to thrive afresh.

On collar wounds, we normally manage to save them, but they can take weeks to heal because they're so deep, and they sort of grow into the flesh under the arm.

Disassemble the cells of a sponge (by passing them through a sieve, for instance), then dump them into a solution, and they will find their way back together and build themselves into a sponge again. You can do this to them over and over, and they will doggedly reassemble because, like you and me and every other living thing, they have one overwhelming impulse: to continue to be.

That corpse you planted last year in your garden, "Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?

If, as I believe, natural regrowth has to be the basis for the renaissance of the world's trees, then the custodians of that process must be the people who live in, among and from them.

Trees, though they are cut and loped, grow up again quickly, but if men are destroyed, it is not easy to get them again.

I remember a biology lab in which we observed a spear-headed water worm. Like a starfish, it could grow back anything we razored off of it, even to the point of generating multiple versions of itself. I saw myself in that gliding shape. Arrow-shaped, it never arrived where it wanted to go. But it knew, when cut, to grow.

The primroses always come back. Even after a hard winter, they find a way to survive. They come back every spring.

Mom in the night The time will come Forests will be regrown People will be reborn When that happens Time will be remembered in history Because we won't count time anymore