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Quotes about Freshness

In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
— Margaret Atwood
talking, and living—a continual surprise of the life of God. Staleness is an indication that something in our lives is out of step with God. We say to ourselves, "I have to do this thing or it will never get done." That is the first sign of staleness. Do we feel fresh this very moment or are we stale, frantically searching our minds for something to do? Freshness is not the result of obedience; it comes from the Holy Spirit.
— Oswald Chambers
Being born again from above is an enduring, perpetual, and eternal beginning. It provides a freshness all the time in thinking, talking, and living—a continual surprise of the life of God. Staleness is an indication that something in our lives is out of step with God.
— Oswald Chambers
Being born of the Spirit means much more than we usually think. It gives us new vision and keeps us absolutely fresh for everything through the never-ending supply of the life of God.
— Oswald Chambers
The child race is fresh, eager, interested, innocent, imaginative, healthy and full of faith, where the adult race, more often than not, is stale, spiritually debauched, unimaginative, unhealthy, and without faith.
— William Saroyan
Novelty is an essential attribute of the beautiful.
— Benjamin Disraeli
To look at something as though we had never seen it before requires great courage.
— Henri Matisse
True education is a kind of never ending story — a matter of continual beginnings, of habitual fresh starts, of persistent newness.
— JRR Tolkien
...that freshness of feeling, that delicate honor which shrinks from wounding even a sentiment...
— George Eliot
Since Eden's freshness and man's fall, no rose has been original.
— Thomas Bailey Aldrich
New faces have more authority than accustomed ones.
— Euripides
The sun,--the bright sun, that brings back, not light alone, but new life, and hope, and freshness to man--burst upon the crowded city in clear and radiant glory. Through costly-coloured glass and paper-mended window, through cathedral dome and rotten crevice, it shed its equal ray.
— Charles Dickens