Quotes About Rebirth

I'm starting over now; this is my new beginning.

The next morning, Angie woke with the sun...Her eyes felt gritty and swollen. Once again she'd watered her mattress with memories.

New words for an old, never realized hope.

You're—personally responsible for The entire strip to be washed away Cleansed, as if gallons of, um, rubbing alcohol Flowed through the strip and were set on fire It didn't just singe the hair, it made it straight And then Perry Ellis came along with his broom And his silk And he— He erected a beautiful city A city of stars

I lie in the soil and fertilize mushrooms Leaking out gas fumes are made into perfume You can't fire me because I quit Throw me in the fire and I won't throw a fit

If you die you're completely happy and your soul somewhere lives on. I'm not afraid of dying. Total peace after death, becoming someone else is the best hope I've got.

When I finally do leave this world, my epitaph will read, Keke McCoy: Former Jezebel turned journalist for the unsung.

If, someday, Julian should be reborn, she wished him well.

And then the swelling thing burst. There was, to Damon, a palpable if not audible crack as the stone encasing his soul burst open and a great piece fell away.

The world is filled with humans, and as soon as one dies, another appears. What does it matter if I relieve one wretched soul of its misery?

If you are scorched earth, I will be warm rain.

Perhaps, after trillions of ages burning in different dynasties of suns, the very best of me may come together again.

considering the possibility of being doomed to the state of a Jiki-ketsu-gaki, I want to have my chance of being reborn in some bamboo flower-cup, or mizutame, whence I might issue softly, singing my thin and pungent song, to bite some people that I know.

and it was not of this world, and he was not who he had been.

It feels like a door opening, and lungfuls of fresh air rushing in.

From the ashes [...] we are arisen.

They had such unbelievably fixed minds, fixed ideas—strong, unchangeable beliefs that there was just this one life; no understanding that the mind can exist without the body. Their thinking was unbelievably gross. People like this needed something external to break their concepts and enable them to see things more deeply.

He'd burn the whole world down til he could dig out you of the ashes.

The Goddess teaches us that every ending is also a beginning. May there be rebirth from this death.

Look into my eyes. Do you see a new morning with new beginnings?" He searched her gaze, and then, in a husky voice that reached way down inside her, he whispered, "Yes." He drew out the word until it seemed to echo and reecho in her mind.

I remember the morning you walked back from the sea, dirty trousers rolled, your feet pale as prisoners, poems and broken shells falling through a hole in your pocket. You stood for a moment and smiled at the gulls and it was as though the sun, the water, the day had conspired to put you back together again. I hope you walked into death as you did into that morning chasing a poem your step a little jaunty and your eyes full of the sea.

I'm all in favor of recycling everything we can, but it's strange to see your past walking around with a new identity.

Night poured itself down my throat. Night was my wine and my meat. Night wed me and bedded me, widowed me and murdered me and resurrected me whole a thousand times over with each hour.

The opposite of Calypso is apocalypse.