Quotes About Rebirth

'Redemption' sounds like a jubilee. Like a second line, if you will.

Sometimes life takes you into a dark place where you feel it's impossible to breathe. You think you've been buried, but don't give up, because if truth be told, you've actually been planted.

sometimes you have to dismantle your life to find your passion.

Mom in the night The time will come Forests will be regrown People will be reborn When that happens Time will be remembered in history Because we won't count time anymore

The weak fall, but the strong shall rise up as a phoenix else we will be no more than a pile of ash.

Another lover hits the universe. The circle is broken. But with death comes rebirth. And like all lovers and sad people, I am a poet.

You think being dead inside is bad until someone brings you back to life and stabs you in the chest without the intention of killing you.

She's fire. But she won't burn you... she knows all too well, how it feel to live with ashes.

The day she realized they were never meant to be, is the day she now calls her - Birthday.

i never met myself before i die once in lifetime coming again as best alive

From a heart of stone, to a heart of flesh, love makes new what sin makes old

Dreams are born from the Rubbles of Pain.

Until he taught me to fl, I didn't realize how deep beneath the earth I'd buried my hopes and dreams.

Old soul cries through the tears of a newborn

Out of the fire, passion is born.

Each time one is cut off, two grow back.

In the narrative of my life, which is the look backward rather than forward into the unknown and unstoried future, I emerged from the pool as from a baptismal font—changed, reborn—as if I had been shown what would be my calling even then. This is how the past fits into the narrative of our lives, gives meaning and purpose. Even my mother's death is redeemed in the story of my calling, made meaningful rather than merely senseless. It is the story I tell myself to survive.

The latter is perhaps the truest theory. She who has once been a woman, and ceased to be so, might at any moment become a woman again, if there were only the magic touch to effect the transformation. We shall see whether Hester Prynne were ever afterwards so touched and so transfigured.

Leave this wreck and ruin here where it hath happened! Meddle no more with it! Begin all new!

Heaven and hell - nirvana and Valhalla, reincarnation, hauntings, and so many underworlds, one would think the grave was a corridor with a million doors

New Beginning to the same old story

The idea of his life ending was not much of a problem for him. In fact, it had become an oddly familiar theme. He had died so many times, and in so many ways, he was used to it. It held no more terror for him than falling asleep – which was often worse, because when he slept, he had nightmares. At least being deadish was a dreamless state, and the only difference between being deadish and being dead was the length of time involved.

I thought you were someone else," she told him. "Someone named Gerald Van Der Gans. . . ." "My birth name," he told her. "A name I surrendered when I became Honorable Scythe Michael Faraday.

How is a scythe disciplined?" Rowan had asked. "He was put to death twelvefold by a jury of scythes, then revived each time. After the twelfth revival, he was on probation for a year.