Hard is trying to rebuild yourself, piece by piece, with no instruction book, and no clue as to where all the important bits are supposed to go.

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

Love taught me to die with dignity that I might come forth anew in splendor. Born once of flesh, then again of fire, I was reborn a third time to the sound of my name humming haikus in heaven’s mouth.

The only real battle in life is between hanging on and letting go.

We are worth fighting for,” we both whispered. Giving one another permission, into each other madness.

Hearts rebuilt from hope resurrect dreams killed by hate.

Souls reconstructed with faith transform agony into peace.

The death of a dream can in fact serve as the vehicle that endows it with new form, with reinvigorated substance, a fresh flow of ideas, and splendidly revitalized color. In short, the power of a certain kind of dream is such that death need not indicate finality at all but rather signify a metaphysical and metaphorical leap forward.

Starting over can be the scariest thing in the entire world, whether it’s leaving a lover, a school, a team, a friend or anything else that feels like a core part of our identity but when your gut is telling you that something here isn’t right or feels unsafe, I really want you to listen and trust in that voice.

Every relationship that has hit a crossroads has asked, “What is it that you want from me?

Sometimes life requires more of you than you have to give & demands you plunge into the reinvention of yourself if you truly wanna live.

There is something beautiful about a blank canvas, the nothingness of the beginning that is so simple and breathtakingly pure. It’s the paint that changes its meaning and the hand that creates the story. Every piece begins the same, but in the end they are all uniquely different.

The object of a New Year is not that we should have a new year. It is that we should have a new soul and a new nose; new feet, a new backbone, new ears, and new eyes. Unless a particular man made New Year resolutions, he would make no resolutions. Unless a man starts afresh about things, he will certainly do nothing effective.

In my dreams, I entered a world where success was based on ethics and proper dealings, not bribes and scams. My vision of sucess including marrying Sophia, having joyful children, unassuming friends, and warmhearted neighbors. I aspired for an environment where I would be valued for my good character, not the strength of my aggression. I wanted to leave West Beirut, the four square miles of a lesser world.

Life is not for the faint hearted

Birthing is never easy or without pain, be it a universe, a child, or a fresh start in life. Contraction precedes expansion. Darkness comes before dawn. Joy follows pain. This is the way of things.

Sometimes you’re left with only 1 choice: Take what’s yours and run for you life.

You can't live in your mind and expect those dreams to become real, without the work. Reality requires actions that might feel scary, but that is what is required if you want to find true love. Don't expect it to come and rescue you. You have to rescue yourself.

Instead of saying, "I'm damaged, I'm broken, I have trust issues" say "I'm healing, I'm rediscovering myself, I'm starting over.

If God closes a door AND a window, consider the fact that it might be time to build a whole new house.

Then came the healing time, hearts started to shine, soul felt so fine, oh what a freeing time it was.

Hope drowned in shadowsemerges fiercely splendid––boldly angelic.

The effects of Fate come together like stew simmering with provisions from the universe. Which ingredients we’ve used make the end result easy to swallow or bitterly distasteful. So choose wisely for, when our lot in life is done, only those young enough or strong enough can toss their destiny aside and start over.

All great beginnings start in the dark, when the moon greets you to a new day at midnight.

Each time that I have felt like I might finally be figuring some things out, life has decided to change the rules and I’ve had to start all over again.

You go to bed different... tossing and turning is the norm... you wake to a sunny day but clouds follow you wherever you go. You wonder if you are strong enough to climb out of the depression you are living in and your prayers to God seem empty because you are sooo very tired of telling him the same thing over and over again..... if we are really being real... there may even be moments after impact you forget how to pray... maybe you don't even want to.

Think of a new day and think of a new purpose. Think of a new reason out of the reasons of yesterday. Think of the distinctive step that is worth taking to continue the footprints of yesterday. Each day comes with its own ideas. Each day comes with its own troubles. Each day comes with its own possibles and impossibles. What makes each day good or bad is not just our thoughts but, the steps we take which is influenced by our thoughts to obtain what is good or bad. Think of a new day; think of a distinctive footprint

... forgiveness is a four letter word: Love.

If everything else were still the same, he'd have felt Zee's absence like a gaping hole. But if he could continue to reconfigure his entire life, there would be no missing place where Zee had been.

If you keep picking at that scab on your heart, it won't heal.

At the end of the day, your life is just a story. If you don't like the direction it's going, change it. Rewrite it. When you rewrite a sentence, you erase it and start over until you get it right. Yes, it's a little more complicated with a life, but the principle is the same. And remember, don't let anyone ever tell you that your revisions are not the truth.

If I must start somewhere, right here and now is the best place imaginable.

And I went into the new year loving myself a little less, but a little more where it actually mattered.

The worst outcome of not trying is never getting to fail.

On angel's wings, love flew in.

Recreate your life, always, always. Remove the stones, plant rose bushes and make sweets." Begin again.

Recreate your life, always, always. Remove the stones, plant rose bushes and make sweets. Begin again.

A Sunrise is God's way of saying, "Let's start again.

Anyone can possess, anyone can profess, but it is an altogether different thing to confess.

I don’t need those memories, Kai. We can make new ones. We… can start over. Just like we’ve met only yesterday.

Don't bore the universe.

They say, timing is everything. But then they say, there is never a perfect time for anything.

The key to a better life isn't always a change of scenery. Sometimes it simply requires opening your eyes.

Left alone, no matter at what age or under what circumstance, you have to remake your life.

You’ll never get a new ending if you keep starting with the same tired beginning.

Desperate times call for slutty measures.

It's painful and it's messy. But sometimes you just have to make the break and start again.

It’s amazing, really, how in one instant a wall can be torn down, or climbed over. Misconceptions can be shattered, illusions dashed, dreams irrevocably ruined. Given the right frame of mind, within a heartbeat, people can begin the business of starting over.

You move forward because you have to. Life doesn't stand still. It makes you move on until you want to move on, you know? It'll run you over if you don't move.

Everything good or bad in my life had started and ended within the limits of that town. It was over now, though, and a new chapter was beginning. Nothing would ever be the same as it had been before. I just hoped this chapter wouldn't be the final one in the book.

Autumn. The grace in letting dead things fall.

With each day that our huge ship was on the ocean, my sense of being further and further away from my loved ones, my home, and my environment grew stronger.