Aldous Huxley Quotes

It'll be messy, but after a day you'll be zipping around as though you were a thousand years old again.

To be renewed is everything. What more could one ask for than to have one's youth back again?

You were sick, but now you're well again, and there's work to do.

For great as the powers of destruction may be, greater still, are the powers of healing.

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.

Places that have experienced great defeat experience a kind of rebirth, which I think America has to do - unless we want to get more decrepit. I don't think we have to destroy the place totally.

As little flowers, which the chill of night has bent and huddled, when the white sun strikes, grow straight and open fully on their stems, so did I, too, with my exhausted force.

You're getting well,' Samuel said. 'Some people think it's an insult to the glory of their sickness to get well. But the time poultice is no respecter of glories. Everyone gets well if he waits around.

Earth knows no desolation. She smells regeneration in the moist breath of decay.

There ought, I thought, to be a ritual for being born twice - patched, retreaded and approved for the road.

A finished work is exactly that, requires resurrection.

You must lance an ulcer to heal it. You must tear down parts of an old building to restore it, and so it is with a sensual life that has no spirit in it.

So coming back from a journey, or after an illness, before habits had spun themselves across the surface, one felt that same unreality, which was so startling; felt something emerge. Life was most vivid then.

Sickness begets chaos, which, through hard work and a touch of grace, leads to growth and resurrection.

Sickness disgusts us with death, and we wish to get well, which is a way of wishing to live. But weakness and suffering, with manifold bodily woes, soon discourage the invalid from trying to regain ground: he tires of those respites which are but snares, of that faltering strength, those ardors cut short, and that perpetual lying in wait for the next attack.

Convalescence. Such an utter weakness that you lie like an animal hibernating, playing possum. You float. You are adrift. Every current is stronger than you.

I want to be healed and whole and perfect again, like a misshapen slab of iron that comes out of the fire glowing, glittering, razor-sharp.

What’s old doesn’t need to be old-fashioned. It gets reborn.

It's in our blood to start again.

The object of convalescence ought to be to turn our attention to life: at other times, simply to our tasks!

I don't get tired. I get beat up. You keep chopping on a tree, you need to give the tree some rest so the chlorophyll will fill back up and the tree gets its energy back.

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

What we're focusing on is the images that were in people's minds being replaced by fresh images, to make way for the rebirth of New Orleans. We're showing the other side.

How to re-light the fire the very ashes of which are scattered?

I wish to begin again on a daily basis. To be born again every day is something that I try to do. And I'm deadly serious about that.