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My sun sets to rise again.
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inspirational
rebirth
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Robert Browning |
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In my own worst seasons I've come back from the colorless world of despair by forcing myself to look hard, for a long time, at a single glorious thing: a flame of red geranium outside my bedroom window. And then another: my daughter in a yellow dress. And another: the perfect outline of a full, dark sphere behind the crescent moon. Until I learned to be in love with my life again. Like a stroke victim retraining new parts of the brain to grasp lost skills, I have taught myself joy, over and over again(15).
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tucson
dark
joy
life
love
tide
times
taught
kingsolver
rebirth
high
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Barbara Kingsolver |
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687d3f5
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She died--this was the way she died; And when her breath was done, Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun. Her little figure at the gate The angels must have spied, Since I could never find her Upon the mortal side.
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death
emily-dickinson
rebirth
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Emily Dickinson |
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4bd11c2
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If you live in the dark a long time and the sun comes out, you do not cross into it whistling. There's an initial uprush of relief at first, then-for me, anyway- a profound dislocation. My old assumptions about how the world works are buried, yet my new ones aren't yet operational.There's been a death of sorts, but without a few days in hell, no resurrection is possible.
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rebirth
resurrection
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Mary Karr |
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Every reader exists to ensure for a certain book a modest immortality. Reading is, in this sense, a ritual of rebirth.
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reading
immortality
books
rebirth
reader
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Alberto Manguel |
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"Remember,too,that all who succeed in life get off to a bad start,and pass through many heartbreaking struggles before they "arrive". The turning point in the lives of those who succeed usually comes at some moment of crisis,through which they are introduced to their "other selves"."
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struggle
rebirth
turning-point
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Napoleon Hill |
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Rebirth always follows death.
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death
rebirth
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Neil Gaiman |
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The most racking pangs succeeded: a grinding in the bones, deadly nausea, and a horror of the spirit that cannot be exceeded at the hour of birth or death. Then these agonies began swiftly to subside, and I came to myself as if out of a great sickness. There was something strange in my sensations, something indescribably sweet. I felt younger, lighter, happier in body; within I was conscious of a heady recklessness, a current of disordered sensual images running like a millrace in my fancy, a solution of the bonds of obligation, an unknown but innocent freedom of the soul. I knew myself, at the first breath of this new life, to be more wicked, tenfold more wicked, sold a slave to my original evil and the thought, in that moment, braced and delighted me like wine.
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hyde
jekyll
robert-louis-stevenson
rebirth
transformation
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Robert Louis Stevenson |
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So I went to New York City to be born again. It was and remains easy for most Americans to go somewhere else and start anew. I wasn't like my parents. I didn't have any supposedly sacred piece of land or shoals of friends to leave behind. Nowhere has the number zero been of more philisophical value than in the United States.... and when the [train] plunged into a tunnel under New York City, with it's lining of pipes and wires, I was out of the womb and into the birth canal.
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rebirth
new-york-city
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Kurt Vonnegut |
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1472c02
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With my ninth mind I resurrect my first and dance slow to the music of my soul made new.
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poetry
inspirational-quotes
spirituality
music
modern-authors
parapsychology
rebirth
souls
resurrection
paranormal
psychology
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Aberjhani |
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dcb2cac
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And the game begins anew.
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game-of-life
rebirth
game
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Neil Gaiman |
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f4c2b6c
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Our mouths and bodies speak for us in a new language as the trees shake loose a rain of petals that stick to our slickness like skins we will wear forever. And just like that, I am changed.
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change
love
rebirth
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Libba Bray |
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a12f7ea
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Searching for a mind long lost I found it shaping colors and history near the cliffs of your heart.
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passion
romance
love
love-heals
mystical-passion
twin-flames
passionate-love
healing
rebirth
survival
recovery
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Aberjhani |
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e484d22
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This rose of pearl-coated infinity transforms the diseased slums of a broken heart into a palace made of psalms and gold.
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grief
sorrow
compassion
faith
inspiration
inspirational-quotes
spirituality
hope
classic-quotes
classic-poems
healing-grief
inspiration-for-the-soul
newtown-connecticut
palaces
pearls-of-wisdom
quotes-for-easter
recovery-from-grief
savannah-authors-and-poets
spiritual-transformation
infinity
roses
pearls
rebirth
resurrection
survival
transformation
recovery
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Aberjhani |
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89ccc40
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Blackthorne, beside the gates, was still turmoiled by his boundless joy at her reprieve and he remembered how his own will had been stretched that night of his near-seppuku, when he had had to get up as a man and walk home as a man unsupported, and became samurai. And he watched her, despising the need for this courage, yet understanding it, even honoring it.
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strength-of-mind
seppuku
samurai
rebirth
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James Clavell |
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O Earth, lie heavily upon her eyes; Seal her sweet eyes weary of watching Earth; Lie close around her; leave no room for mirth With its harsh laughter, nor for sound of sighs. She hath no questions, she hath no replies.
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suicide
earth
poem
poetry
christianity
death
the-virgin-suicides
rebirth
funeral
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Jeffrey Eugenides |
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2f0338e
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he thought.
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destiny
rebirth
reincarnation
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Kathryn Lasky |
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97c92e6
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He is the earth and sunlight, the leaves of trees, the eagle's flight. He is alive. And all who ever died, live; they are reborn and have no end, nor will there ever be an end.
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life
rebirth
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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He felt as if he had left a stage behind and many actors. He felt as if he had left the great seance and all the murmuring ghosts. He was moving from an unreality that was frightening into a reality that was unreal because it was new.
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fiction
reality
escape-from-reality
fahrenheit-451
ray-bradbury
rebirth
dystopian
dystopian-fiction
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Ray Bradbury |
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3915538
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"They have not forgotten the Mysteries," she said, "they have found them too difficult. They want a God who will care for them, who will not demand that they struggle for enlightenment, but who will accept them just as they are, with all their sins, and take away their sins with repentance. It is not so, it will never be so, but perhaps it is the only way the unenlightened can bear to think of their Gods." Lancelet smiled bitterly. "Perhaps a religion which demands that every man must work through lifetime after lifetime for his own salvation is too much for mankind. They want not to wait for God's justice, but to see it now. And that is the lure which this new breed of priests has promised them."
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doubt
religion
god
salvation
rebirth
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Marion Zimmer Bradley |
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e67addc
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Behold now, let the Dead and Living meet! Across the gulf of Time they still are one. Time hath no power against Identity, though sleep the merciful hath blotted out the tablets of our mind, and with oblivion sealed the sorrows that else would hound us from life to life, stuffing the brain with gathered griefs till it burst in the madness of uttermost despair. Still are they one, for the wrappings of our sleep shall roll away as thunder-clouds before the wind; the frozen voice of the past shall melt in music like mountain snows beneath the sun; and the weeping and the laughter of the lost hours shall be heard once more most sweetly echoing up the cliffs of immeasurable time. Ay, the sleep shall roll away, and the voices shall be heard, when down the completed chain, whereof our each existence is a link, the lightning of the Spirit hath passed to work out the purpose of our being; quickening and fusing those separated days of life, and shaping them to a staff whereon we may safely lean as we wend to our appointed fate. - Ayesha
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rebirth
reincarnation
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H. Rider Haggard |
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1c3e4d9
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Thus ended the first and adventurous part of his existence. What followed was so different that, but for the reality of sorrow which remained with him, this strange part must have resembled a dream.
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pain
grief
past
change-of-scene
changes-in-life
loss-of-love
grit
rebirth
heartache
new
old
life-after-death
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Joseph Conrad |
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My father liked to wonder aloud whether the phoenix was re-created by the fire of its funeral pyre or transformed so that what emerged was a soulless shadow of its former being, identical in appearance but without the joy in life its predecessor had had. He wondered alternatively whether the fire might be purificatory, a redemptive, rejuvenating blaze that destroyed the withered shell of the old phoenix and allowed the creature's essence to emerge stronger than it was before in a young, new body. Or, he would ask, was the fire a manifestation of entropy, slowly sapping the life-energy of the phoenix over the eons, a little death in a life that could know no beginning and no end but which could nonetheless be subject to an ever-decreasing magnitude? He asked me once if I thought the fires in our lives, the traumas, increased our fulfillment by setting up contrasts that illuminated more clearly our everyday joys; or perhaps I viewed them instead as tests that made us stronger by teaching us to endure; or did I believe, rather, that they simply amplified what we already were, in the end making the strong stronger, the weak weaker, and the dangerous deadly?
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phoenix
rebirth
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Mohsin Hamid |
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ba13855
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"Look to the east," she said, "for always, while the light dies in the west, there is the promise of rebirth from the east."
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hope
life
rebirth
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Marion Zimmer Bradley |
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b1c82ee
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Indian thought has traditionally regarded history and prehistory in cyclical rather than linear terms. In the West time is an arrow -- we are born, we live, we die. But in India we die only to be reborn. Indeed, it is a deeply rooted idea in Indian spiritual traditions that the earth itself and all living creatures upon it are locked into an immense cosmic cycle of birth, growth, fruition, death, rebirth and renewal. Even temples are reborn after they grow too old to be used safely -- through the simple expedient of reconstruction on the same site. Within this pattern of spiralling cycles, where everything that goes around comes around, India conceives of four great epochs of 'world ages' of varying but enormous lengths: the Krita Yuga, the Treta Yuga, the Davapara Yuga and the Kali Yuga. At the end of each a cataclysm, known as , engulfs the globe in fire or flood. Then from the ruins of the former age, like the Phoenix emerging from the ashes, the new age begins.
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history
cycles
epochs
deep-human-history
rebirth
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Graham Hancock |
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cf81a39
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THE NEXT DAY WAS RAIN-SOAKED and smelled of thick sweet caramel, warm coconut and ginger. A nearby bakery fanned its daily offerings. A lapis lazuli sky was blanketed by gunmetal gray clouds as it wept crocodile tears across the parched Los Angeles landscape. When Ivy was a child and she overheard adults talking about their break-ups, in her young feeble-formed mind, she imagined it in the most literal of essences. She once heard her mother speaking of her break up with an emotionally unavailable man. She said they broke up on 69th Street. Ivy visualized her mother and that man breaking into countless fragments, like a spilled box of jigsaw pieces. And she imagined them shattered in broken shards, being blown down the pavement of 69th Street. For some reason, on the drive home from Marcel's apartment that next morning, all Ivy could think about was her mother and that faceless man in broken pieces, perhaps some aspects of them still stuck in cracks and crevices of the sidewalk, mistaken as grit. She couldn't get the image of Marcel having his seizure out of her mind. It left a burning sensation in the center of her chest. An incessant flame torched her lungs, chest, and even the back door of her tongue. Witnessing someone you cared about experiencing a seizure was one of those things that scribed itself indelibly on the canvas of your mind. It was gut-wrenching. Graphic and out-of-body, it was the stuff that post traumatic stress syndrome was made of.
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sex
emotion
poetry
meaning
beauty
inspiration
humor
love
wisdom
black-authors
black-history
deity
literary-fiction
scorpios
valentine-s-day
wilmington
rebirth
prose
foodies
stress
knowledge
new-york
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Brandi L. Bates |