Quotes About Rebirth

But there's a lot to be said for a good war, you know. Like a forest fire, it can be a cleansing force, burning away old, tired wood and making room for invigorating new growth." She flashed a smile. "Besides, it's fun!

You can be anyone this time around.

the free consciousness has only to hear and remember the teachings in order to be liberated. The Tibetan Book of the Dead is ostensibly a book describing the experiences to be expected at the moment of death, during an intermediate phase lasting forty-nine (seven times seven) days, and during rebirth into another bodily frame.

If I have another life at all I will once again beseech Allah to give me the blessing of living this life again.

I'd want to be born once more as myself, but more talented.

The main difference between a cat and a lie is that a cat only has nine lives.

Change, when it comes, cracks everything open.

He did not hate the Winter now, for he knew that it was merely the Spring asleep, and that the flowers were resting.

He who lives more lives than one More deaths than one must die.

His eyes opened when it was all over. You should have let me die. I couldn't, she said. He took my soul. No, love, he couldn't. Your soul is safe with me.

But will they be together again? If they're reborn as new people with no memory of their previous lives, how can they find each other? Soul mates will always find each other. Do not weep on their behalf...they will be together again. Do you promise? Lina's voice trembled with emotion. I promise, sweet one. I promise.

As a child of the Goddess, I know that when a being dies, the soul lives on. That dying is only a way of forgetting pain and suffering--that it is a pathway to travel back to the Goddess to be renewed and made strong-- to rest and to one day be ready to return to this realm, for it is spoken by the High Priestess...

How will it ever be bearable, Priestess?" His voice was rough. He sounded completely broken. "You'll see her again. She's with Nyx now. She'll either wait for you in the Goddess's meadow, or she'll be reborn and her soul will find you again during this lifetime. You can bear it because you know that spirit never really ends-we never really end.

I got lost in the night, without the light of your eyelids, and when the night surrounded me I was born again: I was the owner of my own darkness.

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.

Who ever desired each other as we do? Let us look for the ancient ashes of hearts that burned, and let our kisses touch there, one by one, till the flower, disembodied, rises again. Let us love that Desire that consumed its own fruit and went down, aspect and power, into the earth: We are its continuing light, its indestructible, fragile seed.

I was born anew, owner of my own darkness.

Naiad: cut your body into turquoise pieces, they will bloom resurrected in the kitchen. This is how you become everything that lives.

Ho?u da uradim s tobom ono što prolje?e radi s trešnjama.

Everything I had been carting from one stage of my life to another, to remind me of me, was in the boxes that surrounded me. And there were so many of them now, just days before my thirty-seventh birthday. But so little left of me. At the end of a marriage, no one wins. There is only anger, sorrow, guilt, emptiness, and defeat.

All the forces, seen or unseen, that function in this mortal world are governed by this law. Birth and death and all that happens between these two events are dependent on the law of karma. The law of karma determines the situation into which we are born in this lifetime, and into which we will be born in the next.

A música vivia, mas o mundo estava morto. E a canção morreria um dia, pensou, mas como voltaria o mundo à vida? Como voltaria o seu sal?

The music lived, but the world was dead. And the song would die one day, she thought, but how would the world come back to life? How would its salt come back?

It has always been this way. Death is followed by birth. To reach paradise, man must pass through inferno. - Bertrand Zobrist