Quotes About Rebirth

Sometimes the hardest part isn't letting go but rather learning to start over.

Every passing minute is another chance to turn it all around.

We are born, so to speak, twice over; born into existence, and born into life; born a human being, and born a man.

A kingdom that has once been destroyed can never come again into being; nor can the dead ever be brought back to life.

After your death you will be what you were before your birth.

A change in the weather is sufficient to create the world and oneself anew.

And Monelle said again: I pity you, I pity you, my love. Even so, I shall return to the night; for it is necessary that you lose me before you find me again. And if you find me again, I shall elude you once more. For I am she who is alone. And Monelle said again: Because I am alone, you shall give me the name Monelle. But you shall imagine that I have every other name.

Simt c? port în mine dou? inimi, e ca ?i cum a? tr?i o a doua via?? — cea din vis.

Change always involves a dark night when everything falls apart. Yet if this period of dissolution is used to create new meaning, then chaos ends and new order emerges.

This estate is called a Phoenix. It's not a municipal venture, it's a social rebirth, a statement of a sincere belief that decent conditions make a decent community, and I'm

I'm this thing that emerged from it, some kind of miserable Phoenix.

I'm a hoax, a dying boy who's grown wings.

The gift of salvation set me free from all my sins.

Even ashes are a part of your freedom.

Where friendship blooms, life is reborn.

You must lose everything in order to gain anything.

Live as if you were living a second time, and as though you had acted wrongly the first time.

It takes a lot of strength and patience for one to invest time and effort in rebuilding ruins. But it's another chance for rebirth.

Start the day off right...On the toilet...sh..ting out yesterday's bullsh.. getting ready to digest today.

I've risen from the dead. Though sometimes, when I wake up in the morning, I feel like I've died. I swear I'm aging in dog years. But no, I'm not dead. It's funny how stuff like that gets started.

Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week.

Mam?, [...] mai na?te-m? o dat?! Prima via?? nu prea mi-a ie?it. Cui nu i se poate întâmpla s? nu tr?iasc? dup? pofta inimii? Dar poate a doua oar?... [...] Tu nu te speria numai din atâta ?i na?te-m? mereu.

Ne scap? mereu câte ceva în via??, de aceea trebuie s? ne na?tem mereu.

Ese desenlace natural, ese final obligatorio que es la muerte, tiene siempre algo de regreso. Vuelta a la tierra nutricia; vuelta a la matriz de barro, de nuestro barro, que nunca va a ser igual a los otros barros del mundo. La muerte en el exilio es aparentemente la negación del regreso, y éste es quizá su lado más oscuro.