Quotes About Rebirth

I've been thinking a lot about rules lately. About karma, I guess, even though most people just viciously abuse that word. They don't give one spangly fuck about the wheel of becoming and unbecoming.

Wait, go back to that Southern Baptist part," Julia said, interrupting, as she does. "Are you a born-again?" articulating her question as if she were asking me if I were really a headhunter or a Martian. "Yes," I said, "but I'm not an asshole. At least not theologically speaking.

Als ik me de wedergeboorte Gods voorstel, dan zie ik die niet in de mens. Het zou in een lam kunnen zijn, maar ik vind een ezel liever.

Sometimes you have to kind of die inside in order to rise from your own ashes and believe in yourself and love yourself to become a new person.

Two of three crucial prophecies that herald the End have come true, Lindsey says: The Jewish nation has been reborn in Palestine, and has repossessed old Jerusalem. So, "There remains but one more event to completely set the stage for Israel's part in the last great act of her historical drama. That is to rebuild the ancient Temple …

Let's begin all over again. Let's begin by affirming that poetry has died. And that I'm not a poet. And I'll never, ever be one. I'm not interested in poetry. I don't like life. I detest men. I hate children. I hate the sea.

The Book of Eights' emphasis is on overcoming any longing for any form of future rebirth.

The Book of Eights' emphasis is on overcoming any longing for any form of future rebirth. In contrast to later Buddhist teachings that are predicated on the belief in rebirth, the Book of Eights presents a path of practice—attainable in this lifetime—that appears free from concern with multiple lives.

Turn around, turn around, turn around And you may come full circle And be new here again

In life, if one wants seriously to understand how the world works, he must die at least once.

Nella vita, se uno vuol capire, capire sul serio come stanno le cose di questo mondo, deve morire almeno una volta. E allora, dato che la legge è questa, meglio morire da giovani, quando uno ha ancora tanto tempo davanti a sé per tirarsi su e risuscitare... Capire da vecchi è brutto, molto più brutto. Come si fa? Non c'è più tempo per ricominciare da zero

Nella vita, se uno vuol capire, capire sul serio come stanno le cose di questo mondo, deve morire almeno una volta. E allora, dato che la legge è questa, meglio morire da giovani, quando uno ha ancora tanto tempo davanti a sé, per tirarsi su e risuscitare...Capire da vecchi è brutto, molto più brutto.

It was as though the great black bird which had all the night nested the egg of the earth lifted its wings and let light under and then with gigantic thrust of pinion flew upwards and it was day.

Wilma said many Native people believed that the earth as a living organism would just one day shrug off the human species that was destroying it— and start over. In a less cataclysmic vision, humans would realize that we are killing our home and each other, and seek out The Way. That's why Native people were guarding it.

Un désir oublié, qui pourtant veut renaître, Vient, dans sa longue paix, secouer mon esprit ; Mais, inarticulés, mes nouveaux chants peut-être Ne sont que ceux d'un luth où la bise frémit. Ah ! je sens un frisson : par de nouvelles larmes, Le trouble de mon cœur soudain s'est adouci. De mes jours d'autrefois renaissent tous les charmes, Et ce qui disparut pour moi revit ici.

Winter dies into the spring, to be born again in the autumn.

Spring itself is Faith. In all its glory and color the true nature of our being is being reborn. Faith roots in our souls and grows in our hearts. Faith is the very beat of our hearts. Faith is the air we breathe. Faith is the lump in our throats and the tears we shed. Faith is the first rose that blooms.

Our souls are dying — our flesh needs to feel the world on our knees with our naked feet face first in the dirt — wade and splash and submerge ourselves in water that is alive not sterilized, not sanitized not dead of being nothing...

The spring breathes in the breezes, The woods with wood-notes ring, And all the budding hedgerows Are fragrant of the spring. In secret, silent places The live green things upstart; Ice-bound, ice-crown'd dwells winter For ever in my heart.

Hope rises like a phoenix from the ashes of shattered dreams.

The forest of Tantrevalles shades a deep dank soil; somewhere under this mold lies the carcass of a snake which in better times used the name Visbhume; he no longer tippety-taps and moves and jerks to the rhythms of a propulsive inner music; and sometimes one wonders in cases like this: here is the dead thing; where has the music gone?

The Europeans, who had been cut off from the mainstream of civilization since the fall of Rome, eagerly drank in the new knowledge, put on the new clothes, listened to the new music, ate the new foods, and enjoyed a rapidly escalating standard of living in almost every regard.

Europeans experienced a Renaissance, literally a rebirth, but it was not the ancient world of Greece and Rome being reborn: It was the Mongol Empire, picked up, transferred, and adapted by the Europeans to their own needs and culture.

Thus what the word Renaissance really means is new birth to liberty—the spirit of mankind recovering consciousness and the power of self-determination, recognizing the beauty of the outer world and of the body through art, liberating the reason in science and the conscience in religion, restoring culture to the intelligence, and establishing the principle of political freedom.