Quotes About Rebirth

It began to darken. Not the darkness that was already within the yateveo but an enveloping darkness, even blacker than the night but without depth or time. this was it. And as far as reporting what death was like, I can use only one word: colorless. But oddly, that wasn't quite it. After what could have been anything between a couple of seconds and a century, I saw a dim sliver of light open up in front of me, and I believed, for a moment, that I was about to be reborn.

Et qui refuserait au Phénix une bûche Pour le naïf espoir de renaître avec lui ? (Phénixologie)

It was as if a curtain had fallen, hiding everything I had ever known. It was almost like being born again. The colours were different, the smells different, the feeling things gave you right down inside yourself was different. Not just the difference between heat, cold; light, darkness; purple, grey. But a difference in the way I was frightened and the way I was happy.

When a woman gives birth her waters break and she pours out the child and the child runs free.

Snow is covering us. Close your eyes and sleep. Close your eyes and dream. This is one story. There will be another.

The door had swung open. I had gone in. The room had no floor. I had fallen and fallen and fallen. But I was alive. And that night the cold stars made a constellation from the pieces of my broken mind.

Spring is about beginning again, and beginning again can be so much harder than staying in the winter of your life. What do you need to do this spring? What needs to begin again? What ground needs to be prepared? What needs to be planted? What needs to be swept away, because it's done? What new life is here? What will be different, this time?

Puede decirse muy bien que no empecé a vivir hasta que me tuve por muerto.

Job, chapter fourteen, verse seven," Aunt Al said. " Ã¢â'¬ËœFor there is hope for a tree, if it is cut down, that it will sprout again, and that its tender shoots will not cease.' 

When things aren't working out for people, the end of the world seems like an easy way to wipe the slate clean.

In a story, you can turn to the front and begin again and everyone lives once more. That doesn't work in real life. And I love my real people the most.

One of these days they'll be making a film where the whole human race gets wiped out in a nuclear war, but everything works out in the end.

A true Christian, who is born anew of the Spirit of Christ, is in the simplicity of Christ, and hath no strife or contention with any man about religion.

Quite the opposite. I might fall on my face, but I feel born again.

Leaving home in a sense involves a kind of second birth in which we give birth to ourselves.

There's nothing bad about reincarnation per se, it's basically a very good system, cost-effective and ecologically friendly.

The past can come back in a lot of different ways, chile. It don't get old and wind up buried like people do. It can die and be reborn. Sins take on shape and peck at your face.

Nine lives and counting.

You keep using that word "Born Again", I don't think it means what you think it means.

We are born, we live, and we perish, perhaps to be born again in some other form...Galaxies are but one living entity burning with the energy from all of us. Life and death are but siblings who turn the universe continually. Endlessly.

I pray for God to crush me, break me up into little pieces and start all over again.

In the Springtime of his voodoo, he was going to show me spring.

It is autumn in Moomin Valley, for how else can spring come back again?

There are flowers growing, and saplings are striving to push up past the ashes. There is life amid death. Hope in the midst of adversity.