Quotes About Rebirth

A bridge of silver wings stretches from the dead ashes of an unforgiving nightmare to the jeweled vision of a life started anew.

Love taught me to die with dignity that I might come forth anew in splendor. Born once of flesh, then again of fire, I was reborn a third time to the sound of my name humming haikus in heaven's mouth.

Everywhere we shine death and life burn into something new…

With my ninth mind I resurrect my first and dance slow to the music of my soul made new.

understood for the first time that having a child was about cheating death. Children were the foot wedged in the closing door, the glimmer of hope that in reincarnation there would be some house to go to, even if one came back as a dog, or a mouse, or a flea that lived on the bodies of men. If

As the generation of leaves, so too is the generation of men. And as for leaves, the winds scatter some on the earth, But the new wood puts forth others, and spring comes again. So it is with men: as one generation is born, another dies.

I think 'Everything Ravaged, Everything Burned' might be a perfect book.

Then not only an old man, but also a drunkard, becomes a second time a child.

No matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow.

The court official in one life has seven rebirths as a beggar.

The night kisses the fading day whispering to his ear, "I am death, your mother. I am to give you fresh birth.

I shall die again and again to know that life is inexhaustible.

The world into which I have tumbled is peopled with strange beings. They are always busy erecting walls and rules round themselves, and how careful they are with their curtains lest they should see! It is a wonder to me they have not made drab covers for flowering plants and put up a canopy to ward off the moon. If the next life is determined by the desires of this, then I should be reborn from our enshrouded planet into some free and open realm of joy.

I often think that perhaps there is only a limited amount of memory going about the world, and that when it wants to live again, it steals its nest, like a cuckoo.

The one term I don't like to be called is a 'vulture.' Because to me, a vulture is a kind of asset-stripper that eats dead flesh off the bones of a dead creature. Our bird should be the phoenix, the bird that reinvents itself, recreates itself from its ashes. And that's much closer to what it is that we really do.

If I could wake up in a different place, at a different time, could I wake up as a different person?

I wake up every morning and I surprise myself. I wake up to a new me.

I began to pay attention to Scripture and meet people who walked the walk, and little by little, I guess you could call me a born again Christian. 1978 is when I found my walk with the Lord.

The world dies over and over again, but the skeleton always gets up and walks.

We must assimilate the thought that life between death and a new birth is so constituted that everything we do awakens an echo in the environment.

I don't know if you can be a born-again virgin.

I wish I never got buried alive.

I love the dark hours of my being. My mind deepens into them. There I can find, as in old letters, the days of my life, already lived, and held like a legend, and understood. Then the knowing comes: I can open to another life that's wide and timeless. So I am sometimes like a tree rustling over a gravesite and making real the dream of the one its living roots embrace: a dream once lost among sorrows and songs.

But if the endlessly dead awakened a symbol in us, perhaps they would point to the catkins hanging from the bare branches of the hazel-trees, or would evoke the raindrops that fall onto the dark earth in springtime.-- And we, who have always thought of happiness as rising , would feel the emotion that almost overwhelms us whenever a happy thing falls .