Quotes About Rebirth

Endymion, you are my first love, my only love... even if we're reborn, in another life, we'll find each other... and then... We'll fall in love again... - Princess Serenity

Spring bursts today, For love is risen and all the earth's at play.

Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?

The world is not so much in need of new thoughts as that when thought grows old and worn with usage it should, like current coin, be called in, and, from the mint of genius, reissued fresh and new.

YOU know, I may have to be born again, you see, I have fallen in love with mankind.

It stands in the light transfigured, It speaks from the heights above, "Each Soul Is Its Own Redeemer; There Is No Law But Love."

I'm sure I've been a toad, one time or another. With bats, weasels, worms...I rejoice in the kinship. Even the caterpillar I can love, and the various vermin.

Because the birthday of my life Is come, my love is come to me.

because there is something beautiful in grief, isn't there? It's like mourning is your Chrysalis and when the time comes you'll be reborn as this beautiful butterfly.

Every bit of learning is a little death. Every bit of new information challenges a previous conception, forcing it to dissolve into chaos before it can be reborn as something better. Sometimes such deaths virtually destroy us.

Uma transformação voluntária de morte e renascimento – a mudança necessária para a adaptação em face de coisas terríveis – é por isso uma solução para a rigidez, potencialmente fatal, da falsa certeza absoluta, da ordem em excesso e da rotina.

Every bit of learning is a little death. Every bit of new information challenges a previous conception, forcing it to dissolve into chaos before it can be reborn as something better. Sometimes such deaths virtually destroy us. In such cases, we might never recover or, if we do, we change a lot.

The rot must be revealed before something sound can be put in its place,

The Word that produces order from Chaos sacrifices everything, even itself, to God. That single sentence, wise beyond comprehension, sums up Christianity. Every bit of learning is a little death. Every bit of new information challenges a previous conception, forcing it to dissolve into chaos before it can be reborn as something better. Sometimes such deaths virtually destroy us. In such cases, we might never recover or, if we do, we change a lot.

In His human form, Christ sacrificed himself voluntarily to the truth, to the good, to God. In consequence, He died and was reborn. The Word that produces order from Chaos sacrifices everything, even itself, to God. That single sentence, wise beyond comprehension, sums up Christianity.

He chose rebirth over descent into Hell.

In all these triumph stories, the hero has to go into the unknown, into an unexplored territory, and deal with a new great challenge and take great risks. In the process, something of himself has to die, or be given up, so he can be reborn and meet the challenge. This requires courage, something rarely discussed in a psychology class or textbook.

But the delights of his previous life were ashes in his mouth and he ventured forth a third time

A voluntary death-and-rebirth transformation—the change necessary to adapt when terrible things emerge—is therefore a solution to the potentially fatal rigidity of erroneous certainty, excessive order, and stultification.

el fuego, mire usted que obviedad, quema una cosa pero a la vez deja allanado el camino para que crezca otra

Romper la continuidad com el pasado, querer comenzar de nuevo, es apirar a descender y plagiar al orangután.

Ángel de la jiribilla, ruega por nosotros. Y sonríe. Obliga a que suceda. Enseña una de tus alas, lee: Realízate, cúmplete, sé anterior a la muerte. Repite: Lo imposible al actuar sobre lo posible, engendra un posible en la infinidad. Ya la imagen ha creado una causalidad, es el alba de la era poética entre nosotros. Ahora ya sabemos que la única certeza se engendra en lo que nos rebasa.

Being fired was the best luck of my life. It made me stop and reflect. It was the birth of my life as a writer.

because Christians believed that the death of a holy person was a new birth in heaven, and they honored that date.