Quotes About Rebirth

Im Schlaf Er traf einen Baum. Er baute darunter sein Haus. Er schnitt aus dem Baum einen Stock heraus. Der Stock wurde seine Lanze. Die Lanze wurde sein Gewehr. Das Gewehr wurde seine Kanone. Die Kanone wurde seine Bombe. Die Bombe traf sein Haus und riß den Baum an dem Wurzeln aus. Er stand dabei und staunte, aber auf wachte er nicht.

And so it begins again …

Listen, can you hear it Spring's sweet cantata. The strains of grass pushing through the snow. The song of buds swelling on the vine. The tender timpani of a baby robin's heart. Spring.

Weird, isn't it Somehow in the dead of winter when its 40 below, so cold your words just freeze in the air, you think you'll never hear a robin's song again or see a blossom on a cherry tree, when one day you wake up and bingo, light coming through the mini blinds is softened with a tick of rose and the cold morning air has lost its bite. It's spring once again, the streets are paved with mud and the hills are alive with the sound of mosquitos.

The end of the world was one week old and it was getting out of hand.

At the best of times, spring hurts depressives.

Losing their names, these things underwent a process of uncreation.

I was the only man alive who knew time had begun again.

He strips me of my last nakedness, that underskin of mauve, pearlized satin, like a skinned rabbit; then dresses me again in an embrace so lucid and encompassing it might be made of water. And shakes over me dead leaves as if into the stream I have become.

I want to forget everything and start again.

Leave wreckage by the roadside. Burn all decayed tissue. Tightrope from which we emerge. —DAWN LUNDY MARTIN, GOOD STOCK STRANGE BLOOD

Despite humans killing off whales as much as they could, give it time and they come back. If we give nature a chance, it will regenerate.

That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.

The Earth forgives the previous year every year.

Going to prison is like dying with your eyes open.

People thought I was dead. But I wasn't. I was just directing 'The A-Team.'

I've had all my teeth replaced with solid gold replicas of the originals.

By definition, you can't experience your own death. Death is the end of consciousness. And consciousness persists. In the language of physics, consciousness is conserved. I am the one who wakes up in the morning. Always. Every morning. I don't die. I just become increasingly unlikely.

Please show them to the dreamless sleepers that we may reawaken and welcome them back into our company," said Golgoth.

Someone smashed a flutterfler and without even thinking she touched her Stone and used Wyrd to piece its broken body back together. She filled its empty vessels with dreams and it became the stuff it used for blood. It brushed her cheek with its wings, then flew off -- dancing in the hot air.

I am assured at any rateMan's practically inexterminate.Someday I must go into that.There's always been an AraratWhere someone someone else begatTo start the world all over at.

Why were you born when the snow was falling? You should have come to the cuckoo's calling, Or when grapes are green in the cluster, Or, at least, when lithe swallows muster For their far off flying From summer dying. Why did you die when the lambs were cropping? You should have died at the apples' dropping, When the grasshopper comes to trouble, And the wheat-fields are sodden stubble, And all winds go sighing For sweet things dying.

By grace you have been saved. – Ephesians 2:5

Jesus tells her not to cling to him—"Do not hold on to me." One cannot hold on to the dead; a new kind of relationship has to be established. Much of what Jesus does in the