Quotes About Rebirth

You only live twice: Once when you're born And once when you look death in the face.

Where Grissom Bunt, Category Twelve PainCriminal, whoever he was, had gone. From which Grissom Bunt would never emerge again. Not as Grissom Bunt. She pictured a shaved naked skull crisscrossed with blue-ridged suture lines, heard a voice saying, "I wouldn't hurt a fly, I wouldn't, I wouldn't, I wouldn't

Doubting ended. Faith restored. What to do, how it must be done, and why; clear and unambiguous as the whisper of an archangel. Rebirth from the womb of a synthetic sleep-pod. Courtney Hall grinned.

Chaos is another name for opportunity

Por qué entonces no empezar a partir de cero? Nada está perdido cuando reconocemos que todo está perdido y hay que volver a empezar.

all the bad things I do will go up in smoke and so will I

one of you saved my satori paper I know it piece by piece you pasted it back together now watch me burn it once and for all

Break open a cherry tree and there are no flowers, but the spring breeze brings forth myriad blossoms.

Drinking the energy of the universe Breathing along with the Cosmos With each breath I am reborn Into a brand new existence.

He taught that everything is transient, that happiness and youth can never last, that all life is suffering, and we are trapped by an endless cycle of birth and rebirth. If you have a good life, your next life will be better. If you do bad things, you will return next as a beggar, or a beast of burden perhaps. But only by giving up all desire can you escape the endless wheel and reach heaven.

Bring to the world and to the minds of the peoples that which has been broken or that which has never existed before.

There's no expiration date on second chances.

Every living thing has the same wish to flourish again and again.

We guard our bodies until they are old and tasteless, when we could have fed ourselves to claw and fur, been literally reincarnated in the cells of a lion sleeping in the sun, the wall of muscle that is a bear crashing through a rotten log in search of ant eggs. Why not return again and again, glistening, gilded every time?

I knew that I had been partially right in the storeroom above the bar on Christmas Day. Whoever I had become had to die.

Not to know. Not to remember. With this one hope: That beyond the River Lethe, there is memory, healed.

For he seemed to me again like a king,Like a king in exile, uncrowned in the underworld,Now due to be crowned again.

In a new friend we start life anew, for we create a new edition of ourselves and so become, for the time being, a new creature.

I wished I were a snake, so I could crawl out of my skin.

Perhaps this rebirth from one thing to another happens repeatedly in a lifetime. Maybe life is a series of little deaths and rebirths, of passages and rites of passage, of God teaching you to stop clinging to one thing so you can reach for another.

Is survival sometimes about death and rebirth? Egg to caterpillar to chrysalis to butterfly?

Perhaps this rebirth from one thing to another happens repeatedly in a lifetime. Maybe life is a series of little deaths and rebirths, of passages and rites of passage, of God teaching you to stop clinging to one thing so you can reach for another. A death grip doesn't reach very well.

Is survival sometimes about death and rebirth? Egg to caterpillar to chrysalis to butterfly? Is this, this ending of our family as I know it, not the death season but the birth of the butterfly season?

It washes away the last of Rill Foss. Rill Foss is princess of Kingdom Arcadia. The king is gone, and so is the kingdom. Rill Foss has to die with it. I'm May Weathers now.