Quotes About Regeneration

In his analysis of what was wrong, the author of this article identified in his final paragraph a profound ambivalence in the American soul. America, he noted, was deeply double-minded, even as the nation sought to restore some sense of moral integrity: "The longing for moral regeneration must constantly vie with an equally strong aspect of America's national character, self-indulgence. It is an inner tension that may animate political life for years to come.

Femeia este ca pas?rea Pheonix, care arde È™i apoi renaÈ™te, întinerit?, din propria-i cenu??.

But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person had died for no reason.

Bet, kad aukstie lieti l?st bez mitas un nogalina pavasari, š?iet, ka velt?gi aizg?jusi boj? jaun? dz?v?ba.

But that was how it had to go, for the death of a rotten tree is always rapid: one violent shake and over it goes. Its broad canopy, which for many years rose up in its place in the forest, has suddenly vanished. For a while there is a space in the forest cover, but soon the space is filled by new growth, as if nothing had happened.

Despite humans killing off whales as much as they could, give it time and they come back. If we give nature a chance, it will regenerate.

That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.

Ageing is so many different things, and cells being able to self-renew is part of the picture but not all of it.

I never like to think of any character as being over. I'm always thinking of different ways of bringing them back.

We move the cows every day to a new spot which allows the grass time to recuperate and go through its what I call 'the teenage growth spurt.'

Here he tells us that the new birth is first of all 'not of blood'. You don't get it through the blood stream, through heredity. Your parents can give you much, but they cannot give you this.

Reflective man produces new philosophies; it is only regenerate man who holds the clue to a society that is really new.

So someday in the near future hopefully rather than having a foot or a leg amputated we'll just give you an injection of the cells and restore the blood flow. We've also created entire tubes of red blood cells from scratch in the laboratory. So there are a lot of exciting things in the pipeline.

In fact when you combine stem cell technology with the technology known as tissue engineering you can actually grow up entire organs, so as you suggest that sometime in the future you get in an auto accident and lose your kidney, we'd simply take a few skin cells and grow you up a new kidney. In fact this has already been done.

Death is not a sudden-all-at-once affair; cells go down in sequence, one by one. You can, if you like, recover great numbers of them many hours after the lights have gone out, and grow them out in cultures. It takes hours, even days, before the irreversible word finally gets around to all the provinces.

The regeneration of society is the regeneration of society by individual education.

Faith does not proceed from ourselves, but is the fruit of spiritual regeneration.

No salvation without regeneration - no spiritual life without a new birth - no heaven without a new heart.

Regeneration is a spiritual change; conversion is a spiritual motion.

In what other sport do you get a 15-second break every hour?

in the day after humans disappear, nature takes over and immediately begins cleaning house - our houses.

To think of God as mere Power, and not also, at the same time as Power, Love and Wisdom, comes quite naturally to the ordinary, unregenerate human mind. Only the totally selfless are in a position to know experimentally that, in spite of everything, 'all will be well' and, in some way, already is well.

Africa had a way of coming back and simply covering everything up again.

O doce sopro da primavera, Que jardins e campos regenera! Será que agora todo prazer Me é estranho e tudo que anima, Tudo que brilha, alegra e sublima Só traz tédio, torpor, desprazer À minha alma, há muito já morta, À qual tudo é vão e nada importa?