Quotes About Rebirth

But life can never be the same after a year of training to be a scythe

She is unaware of Hell and Purgatory And when the time comes for her to enter The black Night, she will look into the face of Death As a new-born child,—without hatred or remorse.

It was like the beginning of life and laughter. It was the real meaning of the sun

You have to die a few times before you actually live.

Drink from the well of yourself and begin again.

then I was a young man a thousand years old, and now I am an old man waiting to be born.

You only live once, right? Well, except for Lazarus. Poor sucker, he had to die twice.

Você tem de morrer algumas vezes antes que você possa realmente viver.

I don't want to save the World, I don't even want to save me. We're so boring that we don't event want to save ourselves…There's nothing left to say, we're so fucking boring. Let it die I say. Let there be a new beginning…It's awful. Goodnight!

then came the manual typewriter. then the electric typer. and now this. it's as if I have been reborn.

Receiving the grace of God never means that we continue with the way things were before. It separates us from the old; it never justifies the old. It embraces the new and calls the old into question.

Manfred used to be a flock of pigeons -- literally, his exocortex dispersed among a passel of bird brains, pecking at brightly colored facts, shitting semidigested conclusions. Being human again feels inexplicably odd. (331)

Like I said: the only god I believe in is coming back. And when he arrives, I'll be waiting with a shotgun.

It is a very mixed blessing to be brought back from the dead.

More and more, I've started to understand that no show is dead unless somebody decrees it's dead at a studio.

Aprile è il mese più crudele, genera lillà da terra morta, confondendo memoria e desiderio, risvegliando le radici sopite con la pioggia della primavera.

out of death, life, out of the coarse rank earth, a flower.

You're a shadow. You slip out of your own skin, like molting, shedding your own history and your own future, leaving behind everything you ever were or wanted or believed in.

Vurawn was no more. In his place now stood Thrawn.

Bandaged in dirty clouds and seeping rabbit milk from a wound in its side, the sun rolls the stone from the tomb of night, to emerge—pale, blinking, but triumphant—into Easter's yard, somewhere between "Coca-Cola" and "IBMmmm.

Everywhere a buffalo fell," said Switters, "a monster sprang up in its place.

Lost objects from another life are restored to you in the belly of a carp.

Break out of our boxes, Lord, and ruin everything that isn't of You!")

Anything dead coming back to life hurts.