#rebirth

I am always reborn in her eyes. I think that's what love is: tasting your rebirth over and over and over every single day like the sun when it explodes with fire from the sea. ↗

— Christopher Poindexter

#love #rebirth #sun #love

I give you this to take with you: Nothing remains as it was. If you know this, you can begin again, with pure joy in the uprooting. ↗

— Judith Minty

#leaving #moving #poetry #rebirth #time

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. ↗

— Jeffrey Eugenides

#christianity #death #earth #funeral #poem

Can’t call ‘em zombies anymore,” sighed Manny. He seemed almost wistful. “Now we gotta be all politically correct. It’s like the Cold Wars never happened. ↗

— David S.E. Zapanta

#necrophobia #political-correctness #rebirth #undead #zombies

Some things scratch the surface while others strike at your soul. ↗

— Gianna Perada

#healing #life-and-living #moving #pain #rebirth

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. ↗

— Libba Bray

#change #love #rebirth #change

Here the whole world (stars, water, air, And field, and forest, as they were Reflected in a single mind) Like cast off clothes was left behind In ashes, yet with hopes that she, Re-born from holy poverty, In lenten lands, hereafter may Resume them on her Easter Day." (Epitaph for Joy Gresham) ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#epitaph #hope #joy-gresham #loss #love

The Motto of Champions: If you are hurt, you can suck it up and press on. If injured, you can rebound and return bigger and better...and continue to inspire! ↗

— T.F. Hodge

#champions #hurt #injured #injury #inspirational

He slides himself inside her, her heart is bursting. The pithy organic organ can't hold all that she feels for this man. When she reaches her peak, her brain supernovas, a small, perfect death. ↗

— MrsAlenko

#love #mass-effect #orgasm #rebirth #sex

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). ↗

— Barbara Kingsolver

#dark #high #joy #kingsolver #life