Renewal Quotes

The sun,--the bright sun, that brings back, not light alone, but new life, and hope, and freshness to man--burst upon the crowded city in clear and radiant glory. Through costly-coloured glass and paper-mended window, through cathedral dome and rotten crevice, it shed its equal ray.

Gandalf! I thought you were dead! But then I thought I was dead myself. Is everything sad going to come untrue? What's happened to the world?" A great Shadow has departed," said Gandalf, and then he laughed and the sound was like music, or like water in a parched land; and as he listened the thought came to Sam that he had not heard laughter, the pure sound of merriment, for days upon days without count.

The old need the company of the young so that they renew their contact with life.

Life is in short cycles or periods; we are quickly tired, but we have rapid rallies. A man is spent by his work, starved, prostrate; he will not lift his hand to save his life; he can never think more. He sinks into deep sleep and wakes with renewed youth, with hope, courage, fertile in resources, and keen for daring adventure.

Love that does not renew itself every day becomes a habit and in turn a slavery.

So near along life's stream are the fountains of innocence and youth making fertile its sandy margin; and the voyageur will do well to replenish his vessels often at these uncontaminated sources.

The Law of Wonder rules my life at last,...I burn each second of my life to LoveEach second of my life burns out in LoveIn each leaping second Love lives afresh.

In this life many demolitions are actually renovations.

The dragon is withered, His bones are now crumbled; His armour is shivered, His splendour is humbled! Though sword shall be rusted, And throne and crown perish With strength that men trusted And wealth that they cherish, Here grass is still growing, And leaves are yet swinging, The white water flowing, And elves are yet singing Come! Tra-la-la-lally! Come back to the valley!

The South-wind brings Life, sunshine and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire; But over the dead he has no power, The lost, the lost, he cannot restore; And, looking over the hills, I mourn The darling who shall not return.

There is a tendency in things to right themselves, and the war or revolution or bankruptcy that shatters rotten system, allows things to take a new and natural order.

To regret deeply is to live afresh.

Rest when you're weary. Refresh and renew yourself, your body, your mind, your spirit. Then get back to work.

When the leaves of the strongest tree fall, spring is here.

A tree there is that from its topmost boughIs half all glittering flame and half all greenAbounding foliage moistened with the dew;And half is half and yet is all the scene;And half and half consume what they renew.

They were renewed by love; the heart of each held infinite sources of life for the heart of the other.

We often need to be refreshed.

Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America.

How insupportable would be the days, if the night with its dews and darkness did not come to restore the drooping world. As the shades begin to gather around us, our primeval instincts are aroused, and we steal forth from our lairs, like the inhabitants of the jungle, in search of those silent and brooding thoughts which are the natural prey of the intellect.

Let old ones go. Dont be a memory-monger! Once you were young──now you are even younger.

On certain mornings, as we turn a corner,an exquisite dew falls on our heartand then vanishes.But the freshness lingers, and this, always,is what the heart needs.The earth must have risen in just such a lightthe morning the world was born.

Every child begins the world again.

In every winter's heart there is a quivering spring, and behind the veil of each night there is a shining dawn.

Fresh curls spring from the baldest brow. There is nothing inorganic.

After the rain, the sun will reappear. There is life. After the pain, the joy will still be here.

Let the Negro march. Let him make pilgrimages to city hall. Let him go on freedom rides. And above all, make an effort to understand why he must do this. For if his frustration and despair are allowed to continue piling up, millions of Negroes will seek solace and security in black-nationalist ideologies. And this, inevitably, would lead to a frightening racial nightmare.

All things fall and are built again,And those that build them again are gay.

We discover a new world every time we see the earth again after it has been covered for a season with snow.

The sun comes back every day with new and powerful secrets.

Remember that creating a successful marriage is like farming: you have to start over again every morning.

Whatever is old corrupts, and the past turns to snakes.

"It's so beautiful!" she said, a little breathless with her speed. "You never saw anything so beautiful! It has come! I thought it had come that other morning, but it was only coming. It is here now! It has come, the Spring!"

When virtue has slept it will arise more vigorous.

I see my trees repair their boughs.

And dazzling memory revive.Refresh the faded tints, Recut the aged prints, And write my old adventures, with the pen Which, on the first day, drew Upon the tablets blue The dancing Pleiads, and the eternal men.

Fear no more, says the heart, committing its burden to some sea, which sighs collectively for all sorrows, and renews, begins, collects, lets fall

Its good to leave each day behind, like flowing water, free of sadness. Yesterday is gone and its tale told. Today new seeds are growing.

Children make you want to start life over.

A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener.

We bury our seeds and wait,Winter blocks the road,Flowers are taken prisoner underground,But then green justice tenders a spear

We must not just patch and tinker with life. We must keep renewing it. Embrace novelty and uniqueness.

Veil after veil of thin dusky gauze is lifted, and by degrees the forms and colours of things are restored to them, and we watch the dawn remaking the world in its antique pattern.

The problem with marriage is that it ends every night after making love, and it must be rebuilt every morning before breakfast.

Each new year is a surprise to us. We find that we had virtually forgotten the note of each bird, and when we hear it again, it is remembered like a dream, reminding us of a previous state of existence. How happens it that the associations it awakens are always pleasing, never saddening, reminiscences of our sanest hours. The voice of nature is always encouraging.

When I look back at the past and think of all the time I squandered in error and idleness,... then my heart bleeds. Life is a gift... every minute could have been an eternity of happiness! If only youth knew! Now my life will change; now I will be reborn.

The change from storm and winter to serene and mild weather, from dark and sluggish hours to bright and elastic ones, is a memorable crisis which all things proclaim. It is seemingly instantaneous at last.

If you're stuck in a painting, then stop and draw something else. Draw a flower and put your love into that flower. Then your powers will come back again.

To be worn out is to be renewed.

Perhaps we should never procure a new suit, however ragged or dirty the old, until we have so conducted or enterprised or sailed in some way, that we feel like new men in the old, and that to retain it would be like keeping new wine in old bottles.

Yesterday is gone and took away its tale.Today we must live a fresh story again.

I, who thought to sink, was caught up into love, and taught the whole of life in a new rhythm.

You will burn and you will burn out; you will be healed and come back again.

Spring-an experience in immortality.

Tis now the twenty-third of march,And this warm sun takes out the starchOf winter's pinafore -Methinks The Very pasture gladly drinksA health to spring, and while it sipsIt faintly smacks a myriad lips.

Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the east.

The sun is new each day.

He who hears the rippling of rivers in these degenerate days will not utterly despair.

In the woods too, a man casts off his years, as the snake his slough, and at what period soever of life, is always a child. In the woods, is perpetual youth.

Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.

Morning brings back the heroic ages.