Quotes About Rebirth

I like to wake up each morning felling a new man.

One's palate is reborn every morning!

Morn, Wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand Unbarr'd the gates of light.

Maybe one morning I'll wake up and step outside of myself to look back at the old me lying dead among the sheets.

The mark of a good party is that you wake up the next morning wanting to change your name and start a new life in a different city.

You have to wake up a virgin each morning.

I dream of a morning when Filipinos can wake up from the centuries-long sleep that took them from their past and denied them their destiny as a people.

The night kissed the fading day With a whisper: "I am death, your mother, From me you will get new birth."

Gender reassignment is an exorcism of the mother

I do think that the birth of my daughter was sort of a rebirth for me. It made me look at life in a completely new way. And that made me appreciate life in a way I don't think I ever had before.

A good idea is never lost. Even though its originator or possessor may die, it will someday be reborn in the mind of another.

May you have a fresh strength in the spring season.

Nothing in the universe can stop you from letting go and starting over.

I thought, possibly, that what I really needed was to go where nobody knew me and start over again, with none of my previous decisions, conversations, or expectations coming with me.

It is not a garment I cast off this day, but a skin that I tear with my own hands.Nor is it a thought I leave behind me, but a heart made sweet with hunger and with thirst.

Music comes from an icicle as it melts, to live again as spring water.

I am waiting for the lost music to sound again in a new rebirth of wonder.

Rock music is becoming stale. Let's put the fun back.

Do we have anything in music that really wipes everything out? That just cleans everything away?

With my ninth mind I resurrect my first and dance slow to the music of my soul made new.

When you've got nothing, you've got nothing to loose.

Forgetfulness of your real nature is true death; remembrance of it is rebirth.

The beautiful spring came; and when Nature resumes her loveliness, the human soul is apt to revive also.

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