Pablo Neruda Quotes

A bridge of silver wings stretches from the dead ashes of an unforgiving nightmare to the jeweled vision of a life started anew.

It's time for second chances. It's time to remake the world.

How can I say what it was like to breathe again? I felt newborn. I staggered in the light of the world and took deep gulps of fresh sea air. It was late in the day: the wet mouth of the afternoon was full on my face. My soul blossomed in that brief moment as they led me out of doors. I fell, my skirts in the mud, and I turned my face upwards as if in prayer. I could have wept from the relief of light.

From the end spring new beginnings.

I feel like I have a new life and I'm going to take full advantage of it.

We came into a broken world. And we're the cleanup crew.

You can begin as if nothing had ever gone wrong. White as snow.

Think of a lifeless forest in which a small plant pushes its head upward, out of the ruin. In our grief process, we are moving into life from death, without denying the devastation that came before.

America was different. America was a river, roarng along, unmindful of the past. I could wade into this river, let my sins drown to the bottom, let the waters carry me someplace far. Someplace with no ghosts, no memories, and no sins.

Regardless of your past, your tomorrow is a clean slate.

I can feel it... the chance to start over, to live right, to love right, to burn up in a fiery cloud and never again be buried in the mud.

Now I've gone for too long Living like I'm not alive So I'm going to start over tonight Beginning with you and I

I had seen these transformations, people who had lost their will to live, coming back from their zombie states and radiating a new life force from their eyes.

Let us help the phoenix to rise from the ashes; let us help lay the foundation for a new renaissance; let us help to accelerate the spiritual awakening until it lifts us into the golden age which would come.

It is not too late to turn things around.

If a piece of knotted string can unleash the wind, and if a drowned man can awaken, then I believe a broken man can heal.

The rain on my chest is a baptism - I'm born again.

I rose as from the death that wipes out the sadness of life, and then dies itself in the new morrow.

Behold, I make all things new.

As flowerlets drooped and puckered in the night turn up to the returning sun and spread their petals wide on his new warmth and light-just so my wilted spirits rose again and such a heat of zeal surged through my veins that I was born anew.

Our show is about starting over.

Without forgiveness, there's no future.

There are resurrection themes in every society that has ever been studied, and it is because not just only do we fantasize about the possibility of resurrection and recovery, but it actually happens. And it happens a lot.

If you start in the pit of despair with these profane, awful things, even a glimmer of hope or awareness is going to occur that's much brighter coming from this dark, awful beginning.

I have a second chance on life.