343 Quotes About Reincarnation

His cousin slices Victor a dark look after that edict and tells Victor in Chinese Sign Language, "If this bitch kills us, my reincarnation is going to hunt your reincarnation down, just to say, I fucking told you so.

Reincarnation is one of the fundamental laws of the universe. To deny reincarnation is as strange as denying law of gravity. It would be wise to at least research it. We have all the information at our fingertips.

What just God would create some men wretched, and others happy and prosperous, if one life were all that they could have?

I suffer, but I go on living. I am the x in an indeterminate equation.

As husband and wifeWe’ll never doubt our love,Let us enjoy our fill tonightAnd cherish our conjugal felicity,In this blissful momentHolding your hand,I let out a long sighMy tears—Enjoy the prime of your life,Do not forget our time in gleeSafe and sound, I’ll come back to you.Though dead, my love won’t die with me.

To me and my friends, reincarnation made as much sense as anything else. It was certainly no more incredible than atomic bombs, television and flying saucers. Although I eventually ceased to believe in the monotheistic deity to whom I said my nightly, childhood prayers, I’ve never seen anything intrinsically unreasonable in the concept of reincarnation. Everything in the universe follows a cycle of birth, death and rebirth. Why should we be an exception?

Was I simply using a psychological defense mechanism to protect myself from unbearable grief? That’s what some people might say. But I disagree. Psychological defense mechanisms are supposed to protect you from pain, and I was in terrible pain. I was heartbroken, overwhelmed by grief, despair, and loss. Knowing that Bao was coming back to me did nothing to ease the heartbreak of having lost him. That might not make sense, but that’s how it was.

I sit on the bed, staring sightlessly out the window at nothing. I want to die, and I can’t even do that because Bao is already on his way back to me and I have to be here for him.

I plod sadly through the hours, preparing meals I don’t want, rinsing the dishes and putting them in the dishwasher, collecting the mail and paying the bills. Bao’s psychic presence still remains strong, as does my certainty that he is coming back to me. But as strange as it may sound, it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters. I am surrounded by pain, suffocated by pain, breathless with pain. I can’t imagine how it once felt, not to be in this constant, unrelenting pain.