Quotes About Rebirth

Spring is magic~ sweet to the senes & easy to celebrate.

Where did they go? Where the leaves go in autumn, Will said. Bran looked at him and seemed suddenly to relax; he grinned. There's poetic, now. Will laughed. It's true. Of course, the trouble with leaves is, they grow again...

But the landscape of devastation is still a landscape. There is beauty in ruins.

How would you live your life differently if you could start over, what would you do, who would you be, where would you go, what would you embrace?

He shut his mouth again and assumed a supercilious expression; this he wore for the remainder of the night, as if he regularly attended houses where young ladies were raised from the dead and considered this particular example to have been, upon the whole, a rather dull affair.

That was one helpful thing he said to her, the first thing that caught her attention. "Start your life." Because she had assumed that her life was over.

Although the release was heartbreaking for the Adamsons, they were mindful that she had been born free.

I fear, I despair, I die and I live again through my hope. How many times have I not been dead and resuscitated? They are all here around me, men, jinns, but I do not care! If they think they can forbid me from seeing you: I shall come to you anyway!

You are reborn with the roses, in every spring.

I have a feeling that my boat has struck, down there in the depths, against a great thing. And nothing happens! Nothing...Silence...Waves... --Nothing happens? Or has everything happened, and are we standing now, quietly, in the new life?

Nothing happens? Or has everything happened, and we are standing now, quietly, in the new life?

Atravesar la angustia es reencontrar el lugar de nacimiento de aquel que nunca dejé de ser.

The work of art that insures the rebirth of its author and its reader or viewer is one that succeeds in integrating the artificial language it puts forward (ne style, new composition, surprising imagination) and the unnamed agitations [Émois] of an omnipotent self that ordinary social and linguistic usage always leave somewhat orphaned or plunged into mourning. Hence such a fiction, if it isn't an antidepressant, is at least, a survival, a resurrection.

Before I put 'Blue Lights' out, I deleted my Instagram and everything and started again.

I quite like post-apocalyptic films, things like 'Mad Max' for instance, because they are so full on and there is something quite cleansing about the post-apocalyptic because you can see where we all think we're heading.

Make it new. Take me to the core of holy destruction and death and let me survive your excruciating heat. Let me throw what isn't useful into your flame. Dissolve it there and make me new, make me whole.

I felt Leo's hand on my face, cool and smooth and utterly inhuman. He stroked back my hair, and his voice was curiously gentle when he said, "I would have been most . . . discommoded had you died." "Yeah. That's why I stay alive," I said, my native snark coming back online, as if I had rebooted that file, "to keep you from being 'discommoded'." I'd have to look that one up.

Southern California had no quarterly miracles, no opportunities for starting over. Not everybody cares to pay the cold, silver coinage of winter for a seasonal renascence, but for me it was a small price.

I will change you like a remix, then I'll raise you like a Phoenix

I am not all she devil. A she devil has no memory of the past - she is born afresh every morning. She deals with the feelings of today, not yesterday, and she is free. There is a little bit of me left, still woman.

Like a snake, my heart has shed its skin. I hold it here in my hand, full of honey and wounds. - New Heart

Aren't you afraid of death, oak? How can you speak so casually about it?' The trees creaked their bare branches until it seemed to Geno that they must be laughing. 'Death?' they said. 'How is it death to return to earth again? Our seed can grow from us. We shall return.

Your growing antlers,' Bambi continued, 'are proof of your intimate place in the forest, for of all the things that live and grow only the trees and the deer shed their foliage each year and replace it more strongly, more magnificently, in the spring. Each year the trees grow larger and put on more leaves. And so you too increase in size and wear a larger, stronger crown.

He estado prisionero durante toda mi vida de una pasión que no me poseía. Como un perro ladra a la luna, me ha fascinado un reflejo. ¡Despertarse a los sesenta y ocho años! ¡Renacer en el momento de morir! Que se me concedan algunos años, aún, algunos meses, algunas semanas...