Quotes About Rebirth

It is time for me to be dead for a little while - and then live again.

If I was born again, I would be able to do any sport because I would have time to learn.

Just as when water is frozen in to a form as ice and then melts - so at the time of death, there is no death. The spirit simply changes form.

To wake for the first time in a new place can be like another birth.

You a low down dog is what's wrong. It's time to leave you and enter into the creation. And your dead body just the welcome mat I need.

I tied down time with a rope but it came back. Then I put my head in a death bowl and my eyes shut up like clams. They didn't come back.

Let the Dragon ride again on the winds of time.

Thoughts born and reborn, daily, always the same thoughts that come crowding in, come to life and breathe, in an accessible, boundless universe, out of which one thought, and only one, eventually manages at long last to make itself heard, become visible, slightly more visible than the others, pressuring Lol, somewhat more insistently than the others, to retain it.

A]nd death is perhaps nothing more than giving birth to a soul.

A moment of crisis can be a moment of growth, as the wounded self prepares to transform. From the chrysalis of my pain, I will forge my healing—the wings of my newborn self.

Cristo interior es un ser que ha vuelto a nacer, cuyo padre es Dios y cuya madre es nuestra humanidad, que está ahí para expresar el potencial divino que hay dentro de cada uno de nosotros.

The crucifixion of the Goddess - the invalidation of feminine beliefs and values - lies at the heart of all our painful dramas. But crucifixion is merely a prelude to resurrection, and we are now living at the beginning stages of the resurrection of the Goddess.

Desde que el barco empezó a surcar las aguas azul plata del mar Caribe, Roger sintió en la sangre que su sexo, dormido en estos últimos meses de enfermedades, preocupaciones y gran trabajo físico y mental, volvía a despertar y a llenarle la cabeza de fantasías y deseos. En su diario resumió su estado de ánimo con tres palabras: "ardo de nuevo

Alberto soñaba sin cerrar los ojos. Habían bastado apenas unos segundos para que el mundo que abandonó le abriera sus puertas y lo recibiera otra vez en su seno sin tomarle cuentas, como si el lugar que ocupaba entre ellos le hubiera sido celosamente guardado durante esos tres años. Había recuperado su porvenir

His characters are ravaged, beaten. They walk through infernos and emerge charred doves.

Most of the kids had been so mentally screwed up by their parents they needed more than twelve weeks of wilderness. They needed reincarnation. To die and just come back as a grasshopper, as a fucking weed. That'd be preferable to the agony they were in just by being alive.

Because the golden egg gleamed in my basket once, though my childhood became an immense sheet of darkening water I was Noah, and I was his ark, and there were two of every animal inside me

Lo que de verdad pasa cuando te mueres es que tu cerebro deja de funcionar y el cuerpo se pudre, ... Todas sus moléculas se descompusieron en otras moléculas y pasaron a la tierra y se las comieron los gusanos y pasaron a las plantas. Si vamos y cavamos al cabo de 1000 años, hasta el esqueleto habrá desaparecido. Pero eso está bien, porque ahora forma parte de las flores y del manzano y del matorral de espino.

There are times for sleep, for inactivity, dreaming, indiscipline, even lethargy. You'll know when you deserve these times. They come after you've been broken.

There are times for sleep, for inactivity, dreaming, indiscipline, even lethargy. You'll know when you deserve these times. They come after you've been broken. I'm speaking of a helpless, tranquil state before the great excitement of dawn.

This is enough to begin: To know, before all the names and histories drape who we are, that we want to be held and left alone, again and again; held and left alone until the dance of it is how we survive and grow, like spring into winter into spring again.

I thought I would get calmer, surer, but each time we come close I feel almost sick at first. As though each time vibrates with the times before. I feel a terrible sorrow coming up my throat, I don't know why. And it can only be consoled against the length of her body. Lying down with her for the first time... all the pain I didn't know I had, till at her touch it disappeared like smoke. Is this what purgatory feels like? To burn painlessly? If so, why isn't it called heaven?

When I die, I want to come back as a Mexican, a Poblano, a fucking grown-up.

My work was done, so it was time to start digging my grave again.