Quotes About Rebirth

What must it feel like, I wondered, to begin again? Would I still be the same person if I woke up in a different language and another existence?

Tear down, I thought. Tear down and build again.

restored in you, to be renewed in you, to receive from you

Alison ma trezea din amorteala, dar Julie ma putea trezi din mormant.

Why can't a man have more than one life? Where was it written that you couldn't start over? And over?

has a new father and a new life." I cannot

Mary of Guise, whose emblem, or impresa, was the phoenix.

the mythical bird that set fire to itself and rose anew from the ashes every five hundred years;

Weeds already hid the ashes, and wild flowers were in bloom among the city's bones. The bomb had not only left the underground organs of plants intact; it had stimulated them.

to burn itself on a funeral pyre and then rise up from its own ashes. Under the drawing, Owen had written: "OFTEN A SYMBOL OF REBORN IDEALISM, OR HOPE—OR AN EMBLEM OF IMMORTALITY." And

I'll feel my heaven anew

It is good to realize that falling apart is not such a bad thing. Indeed, it is as essential to evolutionary and psychological transformation as the cracking of outgrown shells.

[Bob] Dylan crashed his motorcycle in 1967, and almost died. A few years ago, he referred to the experience as a "transfiguration."

True initiation is a response to an inner calling; it requires that you face personal challenges heroically and experience a genuine rebirth into a new way of being.

Experience which destroys innocence also leads one back to it.

R.I.P to everyone who fu..ed me over, played me, tried me or lied to me, because you're are all dead to me.

I have to break free, before everything breaks me. There's got to be another way to start again, and erase this pain.

The question is when you rise from the ash and rubble like a mighty Phoenix; do you help the people who reduced you to rubble when they are crumbling?

Do not fear death. Death is just a reformation in something even more magnificent. Death is where it all starts, death it's not the end.

When there is rot in the walls, there is only one remedy... Tear down, I thought. Tear down and build again

To release him from it and make him Achilles again.

He was tired of living among ashes,

I feel at once the need to die and be reborn one thousand years ago.

I'll emerge, with wings, from the banner I am, bird that never alights on trees in the garden— I will shed my skin and my language. Some of my words of love will fall into Lorca's poems; he'll live in my bedroom and see what I have seen of the Bedouin moon. I'll emerge from almond trees like cotton on sea foam