Quotes About Rebirth

Every sword that was dripping the blood became a pen. Every word that was written in it became a poetry.

Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.

Create each day anew by clothing yourself with heaven and earth, bathing yourself with wisdom and love, and placing yourself in the heart of Mother Nature.

Old words are reborn with new faces.

Our life is born on earth, our death is also necessary here, the earth to keep him well, to protect him; We also have the responsibility to rebuild him, only then is it possible to form a new life

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.

This new year was changing her whole conception of spring. She had thought of it as a denial of winter, a green spur that thrust through a tyrant's rusty armor. Now she saw it as something filial, gently unlacing the helm of the old warrior and comforting his rough cheek.

She had thrown away twenty years of her life like a handful of old rags, but the wind had blown them back again, and dressed her in the old uniform.

You, His fruit, having descended into the depths like Christ after being crushed, experienced the Inner Court fermentation. Now, however, that grape no longer exists. Something else has taken its place. The grape is now wine, having risen with new life in a new form like Christ. As a result, the veil that has always stood between the Vintner and the grapes no longer exists between the King and His wine.

Tell me about your Italian journey I am not ashamed I wept in that country beauty touched me I was a child once more in the womb of that country I wept I am not ashamed I have tried to return to paradise

She had had the sense and the guts to let go of her ruined old self and walk away so simply, start over again, start fresh and clean as morning.

Starting over didn't have to be scary or painful if you looked at it for what it was—a clean slate, a chance to create something entirely different, a chance to discard all things that weren't in sync with personal philosophies. Hope.

what it was—a clean slate, a chance to create something entirely different, a chance to discard all things that weren't in sync with personal philosophies. Hope. That's what it gave her most. By 3:30 p.m., the trash bins were all overflowing and her ten-year-old Volvo was stuffed to the ceiling. Zoe wandered the halls, wondering

Starting over didn't have to be scary or painful if you looked at it for what it was—a clean slate, a chance to create something entirely different, a chance to discard all things that weren't in sync with personal philosophies. Hope. That's what it gave her most.

The world doesn't need to be fixed,it only needs to be balanced.And the art of balance demands you tread lightly,not leap ahead in a continual frenzy.The art of balance demands you know your designated role in the game of life,not start muscling in on everyone else's.The art of balance demands knowledge of timelessness,of birth and death and rebirth.The art of balance demands you know the world cannot be fixed it must be endured. It must simply forever be kept in a splendid play.

No matter the level of subtlety of view, all Buddhist schools agree that only a previous moment of mind can cause the present moment of mind.

Which is why I have written this account. You, I hope, are one of those explorers. You, I hope, found these sheets of copper and deciphered the words engraved on their surfaces. And whether or not your brain is impelled by the air that once impelled mine, through the act of reading my words, the patterns that form your thoughts become an imitation of the patterns that once formed mine. And in that way I live again, through you.

Links are formed karmically on the earth and then continue between death and a new birth. Those who are able to see into the spiritual world perceive how the dead person gradually makes more and more links - all of which are the outcome of karmic connections formed on earth.

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.

When God saves a man, He is regenerating his heart, turns him into a new creature, and the evidence is this ... he will live like a new creature and he will confess Christ.

The cyclone ends. The sun returns; the lofty coconut trees lift up their plumes again; man does likewise. The great anguish is over; joy has returned; the sea smiles like a child.

Our forces saved the remnants of the Jewish people of Europe for a new life and a new hope in the reborn land of Israel. Along with all men of good will, I salute the young state and wish it well.

When a man or woman is born again by the Spirit of God they will give evidence of it in part by striving to live a holy life.

I know that a man is converted when he starts to sing