newness

The comedy in our lives was those first few weeks we lived together in Paris: Our bodies desired one another, our souls opened for one another. We experienced all of the happiness and anguish of first love. Those first few weeks in Paris, we barely touched lips; yet the few times we did, it had the force of a collision of stars.

Find a new and better leader within yourself, for yourself.

Accept that you are not finished, and a new and better life is just beginning.

I felt that first awareness that there__ a whole set of species whose sounds and calls you__e never heard__he wonder of realizing that people are growing up with an entirely different sensory experience from yours. This whole country seemed so shiny to me.

And what I learned is this: there are places in the world war one feels new, young, and alive again.

In Christ, there is newness of life.

And in the eveningAfter the fire and the lightOne thing is certain: Nothing can hold back the lightTime is relentlessAnd as the past disappearsWe're on the verge of all things new

Some do not want to create rich experiences for others, others lack the ability to do so, but most just want to experience being rich, with little to no other experience.

People are always changing themselves and their world, dear. Very few of the changes are new. We rather confuse change and newness, I think. What is truly new never changes.""You speak in riddles, aged progenitor.""The world worships a certain kind of newness. People are always talking about a new car, or a new drink or p-p-play or house, but these things are not truly new, are they? They begin to get old the minute you acquire them. New is not in things. New is within us. The truly new is something that is new forever: you. Every morning of your life and every evening, every moment is new. You have never lived this moment before and you never will again. In this sense the new is also the eternal.

Life is a concept, like the __niverse", that expands as soon as we reach what we think is its edge.

Americans have been conditioned to respect newness, whatever it costs them.

What is valuable is not new and what is new is not valuable.

Spick and span new.

There__ nothing new. The novelty lies in being yourself.

And we were in our thirties. Well into the Age of Boredom, when nothing is new. Now, I__ not being self-pitying; it__ simply true. Newness, or whatever you want to call it, becomes a very scarce commodity after thirty. I think that__ unfair. If I were in charge of the human life span, I__ make sure to budget newness much more selectively, to ration it out. As it is now, it__ almost used up in the first three years of life. By then you__e seen for the first time, tasted for the first time, held something for the first time. Learned to walk, talk, go to the bathroom. What have you got to look forward to that can compare with that? Sure, there__ school. Making friends. Falling in love. Learning to drive. Sex. Learning to trade. That has to carry you for the next twenty-five years. But after that? What__ the new excitement? Mastering your home computer? Figuring out how to work CompuServe? __ow, if it were up to me, I__ parcel out. So that, say, at thirty-five we just learned how to go on the potty. Imagine the feeling of accomplishment! They__ have office parties. "Did you hear? The vice president in charge of overseas development just went a whole week without his diaper. We__e buying him a gift." It__ be beautiful.

Change is like the skin peeling off of a snake. It is slow. It is sticky. And sometimes you have to rub against a hard place to pull yourself through it. But in the end, you realize that it was worth it all to get the the new place and new person you have become.

Revolution is simple. It's like a breath; out with the old, and in with the new.

If I love order, it's not the mark of a character subjected to an inner discipline, a repression of the instincts. In me the idea of an absolutely regular world, symmetrical and methodical, is associated with that first impulse and burgeoning of nature.The rest of your images that associate passion with disorder, love with intemperate overflow - river fire whirlpool volcano - are for me memories of nothingness and listlessness and boredom.