Quotes About Rebirth

Culling is God's Natural Order. Ask yourself, What followed the Black Death? We all know the answer. The Renaissance. Rebirth.

In Christianity, the number eight represented rebirth and re-creation. The octagon served as a visual reminder of the six days of God's creation of heaven and earth, the one day of Sabbath, and the eighth day, upon which Christians were "reborn" or "re-created" through baptism. Octagons had become a common shape for baptistries around the world.

What followed the Black Death? We all know the answer. The Renaissance. Rebirth. It has always been this way. Death is followed by birth. To reach Paradise, man must pass through Inferno.

As we die from one life into the next... we may also die and be reborn in a single lifetime... and the story, the journey, goes on and on...

The life of a poet lies not merely in the finite language-dance of expression but in the nearly infinite combinations of perception and memory combined with the sensitivity to what is perceived and remembered. My three local years on Heaven's Gate, almost fifteen hundred standard days, allowed me to see, to feel, to hear ? to remember, as if I literally had been born again. Little matter that I had been born again in hell.

I realize now that what I was trying to do with the Armaghast data was offer the Church not a rebirth but only a transition to a false life such as these poor walking corpses inhabit. If the Church is meant to die, it must do so—but do so gloriously, in the full knowledge of its rebirth in Christ.

Being born again doesn't mean that you've arrived somewhere, said Dave. It means you're ready to start the trip. The pilgrimage to more places of power, the doomed quest to keep the people and things you love from being caught by the weeds and dragged under.

Every time you said it, you really said it. It wasn't like a sequel where Hollywood just lines up the same actors and hopes it works again. It was like a remake with a new director and crew trying something else and starting from scratch.

My death is the life of another, and I will stand again in the windswept grasses and look through the eyes of the fox and take the air with the eagle and run in the track of the deer.

I don't want to die, I thought. Not again.

I was set free because my greatest fear had been realized, and I still had a daughter who I adored, and I had an old typewriter and a big idea. And so rock bottom became a solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life.

Spring is a true reconstructionist.

"No matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow."

I would prefer to be forgotten, then rediscovered in a different age.

At the age of 80, I'm becoming a visual artist. This could be my rebirth.

Shall we do without hope? Some days there will be none. But now to the dry and dead woods floor they come again, the first flowers of the year, the assembly of the faithful, the beautiful, wholly given to being.

I was a cut-rate prodigal.

And when we finally gathered ourselves together again among the ruins, we were changed.

Every harlot was a virgin once

age and learn to breathe again

which was no abode of the dead because there was no death, not Lion and not Sam: not held fast in earth but free in earth and not in earth but of earth, myriad yet undiffused of every myriad part, leaf and twig and particle, air and sun and rain and dew and night, acorn oak and leaf and acorn again, dark and dawn and dark and dawn again in their immutable progression and, being myriad, one...

I suppose the question to ask you, is where you been all the time you were dead?

resurrection a dispensable preoccupation for one who had not yet lived.

Perhaps the various burnings of the Alexandria Library were necessary, like those Australian Forest Fires without which the new seeds cannot burst their shells and make a young, healthy forest.