Quotes About Rebirth

Receive every day as a resurrection from death, as a new enjoyment of life.

I dreamt my lady came and found me dead . . . . . . . . . . . . And breathed such life with kisses in my lips That I revived and was an emperor.

Nor shall this peace sleep with her; but as when The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix, Her ashes new-create another heir As great in admiration as herself.

Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit, And look on death itself!

Lay her i' the earth; And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring!

Tutto un mare di giudizi, ognuno dei quali ti incastra dentro un altro uomo e ti ricrea nella sua anima. È come rinascere dentro a un migliaio di anime che ti stanno strette.

I knelt a mortal; I rose an immortal.

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Well, to the people who pray for me to not only have an agonising death, but then be reborn to have an agonising and horrible eternal life of torture, I say, 'Well, good on you. See you there.'

Here's the truth," Eric said. "You've got zero margin of error. But you can do it." I'd have to forget everything I knew about running and start over from the beginning. "Get ready to go back in time," Eric said. "You're going tribal.

Everywhere, as we go about our small business, we must discern the fingerprints of the gigantic plan, the orderly and inexorable routine with neither beginning nor end, in which death is but a preface to another birth, and birth the certain forerunner of another death.

It's spring," Mike said. "Oh, yes, of course, jolly old spring!" said Gissing, as though this was something he had known all along, and had just forgotten for the moment. But he didn't know. This was his first spring, for he was only ten months old.

All ends are temporary and all life is born from death.

Only through destroying myself can I discover the greater power of my spirit.

Only after disaster can we be resurrected. It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything. Nothing is static, everything is evolving, everything is falling apart.

In horror's wake, hope was a bountiful garden.

The world exploded into billions of atoms, and when it rearranged itself, it may have looked the same, but really, it was a Whole New World.

Please forgive my appearance. I am lately come from setting a house on fire.

She wanted even more: to be reborn always, to sever everything that she had learned, that she had seen, and inaugurate herself in new terrain where every tiny act had a meaning, where the air was breathed as if for the first time.

The courage to be something other than what one is, to give birth to oneself, and to leave one's former body on the ground. And without having answered to anyone about whether it was worthwhile.

These fragments of book mean that I work in ruins.

Because there are times when a person needs a little bitty death and doesn't even know it.

Cerra as janelas do quarto — não ver, não ouvir, não sentir. Na cama silenciosa, flutuante na escuridão, aconchega-se como no ventre perdido e esquece. Tudo é vago, leve e mudo.

Then, born again from her womb, it rose again, beseeching in a swelling wave, that urge to kill.