Reincarnation Quotes

The longer I lived, the longer it would be until I saw him alive again, until I could taste his new lips and run my fingers through his new hair. We could be young and beautiful again . . .

He would reach for me in the middle of the night, nearly every single night, wrapping one of those solid arms around my waist and pulling me in close. So. Close.

He made me feel unhinged . . . like he could take me apart and put me back together again and again.

I don't think that science and the paranormal have to be at war; in fact, it's crucial that they work together. It seems naïve to believe that the world is exactly as it seems.

When we can't understand the science behind something in this world, we make up mythological entities that we can relate to. We personify the forces of nature that mystify us, using our boundless imaginations to comfort us and make us feel like we have some control over these things that are much bigger than we are.

I recognized you instantly. All of our lives flashed through my mind in a split second. I felt a pull so strongly towards you that I almost couldn't stop it.

As a man, casting off worn out garments taketh new ones, so the dweller in the body, entereth into ones that are new.

When the Aggregates arise, decay and die, O bhikkhu, every moment you are born, decay, and die.

We do not remember days, Shemei, we remember moments, and the richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.

With that, I took a deep breath and leapt; spreading my arms, pretending I could fly . . .

I never had a childhood. Not like the rest of them anyway. I had a starting point from which I have never stopped running.

Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn.

I melted into the dream as if I had always been there. I knew where I had come from; I knew where I was going.

Not since North Korean media declared Kim Jong-il to be the reincarnation of Kim Il Sung has there been such a blatant attempt to create a necrocracy, or perhaps mausolocracy, in which a living claimant assumes the fleshly mantle of the departed.

I died as a mineral and became a plant,
I died as a plant and rose to animal,
I died as an animal and I was Man.
Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?

Immortality like this is about as useful as sunscreen on a submarine.

The kiss. Oh, the kiss. What a perfect, unnerving, luscious kiss. He made me feel unhinged . . . like he could take me apart and put me back together again and again.

The ocean pulsed outside our window. The sound of the waves crashing on the rocks below usually calmed me down, but the fear and chaos that were tangled in my mind made that an impossibility.

Unless a reincarnationist is willing to say there was a 'first generation' of souls created with the first humans, he is exposed to absurdity by the recency of human life on the planet.

Being crazy, for the rest of us, is a form of sanity.