Richard Rohr Quotes

God grows fragrant flowers of hope in the ashes of loss.

The death of what's dead is the birth of what's living.

We die daily. Happy those who daily come to life as well.

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.

In the life of the spirit there is no ending that is not a beginning.

A rebirth out of spiritual adversity causes us to become new creatures.

The symbolic language of the crucifixion is the death of the old paradigm; resurrection is a leap into a whole new way of thinking.

From the death of the old the new proceeds, and the life of truth from the death of creeds.

An end of something means the beginning of something else, and I don't think that something else is going to be the death of the manned space program.

Nothing retains its form; new shapes from old. Nature, the great inventor, ceaselessly contrives. In all creation, be assured, there is no death - no death, but only change and innovation; what we men call birth is but a different new beginning; death is but to cease to be the same. Perhaps this may have moved to that, and that to this, yet still the sum of things remains the same.

To be born again is to let the past go, and look without condemnation upon the present.

The end of one thing is just the beginning of another.

A bridge of silver wings stretches from the dead ashes of an unforgiving nightmare to the jeweled vision of a life started anew.

Out of these ashes beauty will rise.

To live fully is to let go and die with each passing moment, and to be reborn in each new one.

The old must always make way for the new, and one thing must be built out of the ruins of another. There is no murky pit of hell awaiting anyone.

From every ruin, life springs up again and everything that dies is born again.

You can make a fresh start with your final breath.

Die every day. Be reborn again every day.

That day which you fear as being the end of all things is the birthday of your eternity.

Death is the condition of higher and more fruitful life.

Journey into the beautiful dream that is life...the end is only the beginning.

The old field of space, time, matter, and the senses is to be weeded, dug, and sown for a new crop. We may be tired of that old field: God is not.

What is it to bring the man out of his sepulchre if you leave him dead? Why lead him into the light if he is still blind? We thank God, that he who forgives our iniquities also heals our diseases.