Quotes About Transformation

If your heart is broken, make art with the pieces." [ Blueprint for a Breakthrough (2013)]

We somehow must become what we are not, sacrificing what we are, to inherit the masquerade of what we will be.

The American sign of civic progress is to tear down the familiar and erect the monstrous.

Maar als je genoeg kikkers kust, kom je vanzelf wel een prins tegen.

Gregor werd nog roder. En toen werd hij groen. Ik knipperde een paar keer met mijn ogen, maar hij was nog steeds groen, met rode ogen. Net de Hulk: hij werd steeds groener en griezeliger en er sprongen twee hoorntjes uit de zijkant van zijn hoofd. Ik had wel eens gehoord van monsterachtige bazen, ik had er zelf een gehad, maar dit was echt belachelijk.

Springtime is my favorite. Winter is so cold and miserable but if we just keep going, if we just keep waiting, the world comes back to life. Every year. Every time. The bad times have to end and beauty always wins.

Saying my story makes me want to change it, make it sound pretty the way I do with the stories I tell the workers. I'd like it to have a beginning as grand as a ball and an ending in a whisper, like a mother tucking in a child for sleep.

No small thing, a bee's sting When it enters the heart Not so benign, the growing vine When it tears stone apart

And new, too. Remade. Ready to move again. Listening was the start, she decided. Doing was the next step.

Reading a book is like going on a great journey. You don't know what'll happen, but something is bound to change. And for me, that change has always been good.

Why did everyone else seem fine but I felt as if I were living in a cage I'd outgrown two shoe sizes ago?

Hope had been that thing with burnt feathers buried in her soul, but now it was waking up, stretching, beating fresh wings in the ashes.

Come on, she willed through the care window. Come on, change me. I dare you.

Hear the leaves applauding Hear the wind hurrahing Hear the surf guffawing The ways of old are dead The queen has lost her head

Life feels like fall of itself." "'A dream within a dream." "And I want to wake up.

The End… is only the beginning.

But man, can she snore," Cedar smiled wistfully, "Do you think when I become a real girl I'll be able to snore, too?

A long, thin line like steam trailed from the mirror through the room and into the cup of tea. The heat from the tea was warming the egg, steamy tendrils rising, wrapping around its bright spotted shell. Already there were cracks. "Get the egg!" Raven said. Raven

Ani saw herself clearly in that moment, as a face in darkness gains sudden dimensions in a flash of lightning - a young girl, a silly thing, a lapdog, a broken mare.

They walked back through the village, and Miri kept her eyes on the ground before her. The whole world had shifted, and she was not sure she could keep her feet. She was her ma alive again. When Miri returned, she found Marda moved

You are my butterfly and refuse to set you free.

A cuántos malos tendría que matar? Su número, como el espacio, infinito. Pero si mato el espíritu del odio, todos mis enemigos perecen al mismo tiempo.

He thought she was someone who could break the pattern of history. And he was offering to break it with her.

We are supposed to write the truth, for no one to see but ourselves. But how easily that truth can be twisted. Bend a little here, omit a little there, make yourself into the person you wish you were instead of the person you are. How easy to cut the truth away, to throw it in a fire, open your eyes, and have the whole world remember nothing of who you are. Nothing of what you've done. When you will not remember who you are or what you've done.