Louise Berliawsky Nevelson Quotes

I always grew up watching things transform, and a lot of that was what we would call trash.

I took the pieces you threw away, put them together by night and day. Washed by the rain. Dried by the sun. A million pieces all in one.

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.

I am starting to look like and perform like the Lou that I used to be.

One man's trash is another man's treasure, and the by-product from one food can be perfect for making another.

Renaissance always comes out of depression.

New things had to be made out of fragments.

Inspiration is not garnered from the litanies of what may befall us; it resides in humanity's willingness to restore, redress, reform, rebuild, recover, reimagine, and reconsider.

People, more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed.

Your garbage, transformed, is your gift.

I had seen these transformations, people who had lost their will to live, coming back from their zombie states and radiating a new life force from their eyes.

Let us help the phoenix to rise from the ashes; let us help lay the foundation for a new renaissance; let us help to accelerate the spiritual awakening until it lifts us into the golden age which would come.

And our problems will crumble apart, the soul / blow through like a wind, and here where we live will all be clean again, with fresh bread on the table.

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

Behold, I make all things new.

We can never be born enough.

I stepped out of my grave and into my life again.

. . . Change is the nursery Of musicke, joy, life and eternity.

And even our present acres of death will someday bloom again.

One reason we have children I think is to learn that parts of ourselves we had given up for dead are merely dormant and that the old joys can re emerge fresh and new and in a completely different form.

The Dance - it is the rhythm of all that dies in order to live again; it is the eternal rising of the sun.

The poets and philosophers I once loved had it wrong. Death does not come to us all, nor does the passage of time dim our memories and reduce our bodies to dust. Because while I was considered dead, and a headstone had been engraved with my name, in truth my life was just beginning.

God is a specialist at making something useful and beautiful out of something broken and confused.

The spiritual path wrecks the body And afterwards restores it to health. It destroys the house to unearth the treasure, And with that treasure builds it better than before.

Come, Lady, die to live.