Quotes About Rebirth

Every passing minute is another chance to turn it all around.

For the fires I brought back to life with the sound of my own voice.

Rain changes things. Nothing is as it was after rain.

The biblical revelation proclaims from start to finish that the old self is a lost cause, and that man faces the future with hope only as a new creature, as a reborn self, spiritually enlivened to the supernatural world;

Whoever looks from inside knows that everything is new.

In destroying ourselves, we also learn to create ourselves.

Every night death came, slowly, painfully, and every morning Maddox awoke in bed, knowing he'd have to die again later. That was his greatest curse and his eternal punishment.

I'll catch fire, turn to ash and re-form... I'll be stronger... and you'll be forever mine.

Have you realized that dying is the only way to truly live?

Maybe fate will be kinder in the next life

Maybe in our next life, fate will be kinder, eh?

business projects, like Phoenix,

Yet in our asshen olde is fyr yreke.

I learned that the day "The Viper's Drag" slipped from between my fingers. But whatever might be lost or broken or forgotten is nothing compared to the miraculous rebirth that occurs every time the needle hits the groove. Here is Fats Waller Himself, not dead but present, so present that he overwhelms the well-ordered precincts of the living room. The sound sprawls. What vibrates here has more life than any room.

my philosophy of raising kids is kind of extreme. I think you should keep a baby around for a few days after it's born—until the novelty wears off—and then you put it in a big cardboard box with all the best books of Eastern and Western civilization. Then you bury the box and dig it up again when the kid's eighteen.

At the end and beginning of each cycle, there is the sense of failure and disaster. Yet each time the United States has re-created itself, perhaps imperfectly, but with a rebirth of startling superiority.

The old world is dying, and the new world struggles to be born: now is the time of monsters

I was mourning the old me. For the new me to emerge, the old me had to disappear, and killing her bit by bit hurt.

The first generation of the sahanu is dead. The second generation of the sahanu is dead. The Order of Sahanu is dead. Everybody is dead." Javier paused. "Praise be to In-Shinar, the Merciful.

You know what. You've killed me and sent me to hell, and you must descend to the underworld to find me and make me live again. If you don't come for me, I'll become a demon and drag you down into the dark.

And so my life has become tiny and mean and incomplete and I must begin it again without comfort and without magic.

we're not human any more. We've slipped out of our skins like lizards, shedding not just our pasts, but our futures.

Just lay it doon ... Renton whispers, looking at the zombie faces of his friends, trying to fight off the notion that besets him; we're not human any more. We've slipped out of our skins like lizards, shedding not just our pasts, but our futures. We're shadows.

Trantor was a world in dregs and rebirth. Set like a faded jewel in the midst of the bewildering crowd of suns at the center of the Galaxy—in the heaps and clusters of stars piled high with aimless prodigality—it alternately dreamed of past and future.