Melanie Chisholm Quotes

We don't have to start all over again and try to keep the slate clean. There is no more slate.

One look at each other and it was immediately understood that they both needed a clean slate,,, The obliteration of memory.

Whenever people tell you they are going to wipe the slate clean, it's your slate they mean to wipe.

Count yourself lucky, how happy you must be - you get a fresh start, your slate's wiped clean. Count yourself lucky - God holds nothing against you and you're holding nothing back from Him.

White for light. White for love. White for forever.

A know a place called New Beginnings, but I don't think it works quite like that. You can't just erase everything that came before.

When you got nothin' / You got nothin' to lose.

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.

Misplaced hate makes disgrace the races.

I don't have to hate any person because I can always start anew, I can always reconcile.

It's okay to start over again.

No matter how much progress one makes, there is always the thrill of just beginning.

Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it well and serenely

It's time to start all over/make a new beginning.

You have to start somewhere. You can always erase reality later on.

You can make a fresh start with your final breath.

Everybody just needs a second chance.

When you've got nothing, you've got nothing to loose.

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

Time to tidy up your life. Time to start again.

I'll turn over a new leaf.

I'm not sober. I haven't done drugs in 3 1/2 years, so I call myself clean.

I thought, possibly, that what I really needed was to go where nobody knew me and start over again, with none of my previous decisions, conversations, or expectations coming with me.

People who talk of new lives believe there will be no new troubles.

And I, stepping from this skin Of old bandages, boredoms, old faces Step to you from the black car of Lethe, Pure as a baby.