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Quotes About Transformation

phalloplasty—crafting a working penis from other parts of a patient's body—has
~ Mary Roach
I've come to pick up Collie and caught the glint of her buzzed red head out back here in the yard. She's deep in, standing under a ruined magnolia tree, peering up into its branches. There are fallen dysfunctional blossoms, looking like killed pelicans, all around.
~ Mary Robison
I would not say I am looking for God. Or, I am not looking for God precisely. I am not seeking the God I learned about as a Catholic child, as an 18-year-old novice in a religious community, as an agnostic graduate student, as - but who cares about my disguises? Or God's.
~ Mary Rose O'Reilley
Evil thenceforth became my good.
~ Mary Shelley
We never do what we wish when we wish it, and when we desire a thing earnestly, and it does arrive, that or we are changed, so that we slide from the summit of our wishes and find ourselves where we were.
~ Mary Shelley
Mis vicios sólo son el fruto de tan forzosa y aborrecida soledad. Mis virtudes, por el contrario, se desarrollarán naturalmente cuando tenga a mi lado el afecto de otra criatura. Los sentimientos cariñosos de mi compañera me transformarán y, así, podré incorporarme al hermoso ciclo universal del que ahora estoy tan cruelmente excluido.
~ Mary Shelley
I no longer see the world and its works as they before appeared to me.
~ Mary Shelley
I was myself when young, but that wears out in a very short time.
~ Mary Shelley
I had gazed on him while unfinished; he was ugly then; but when those muscles and joints were rendered capable of motion, it became a thing such as even Dante could not have conceived. I
~ Mary Shelley
Nada, exceto o mutável, pode perdurar!
~ Mary Shelley
I became the same happy creature who, a few years ago, loved and beloved by all, had no sorrow or care.
~ Mary Shelley
Yo era bueno y cariñoso; el sufrimiento me ha envilecido. Concededme la felicidad, y volveré a ser virtuoso.
~ Mary Shelley
A selfish pursuit had cramped and narrowed me, until your gentleness and affection warmed and opened my senses; I became the same happy creature who, a few years ago, loved and beloved by all, had no sorrow or care.
~ Mary Shelley
I now hasten to the more moving part of my story. I shall relate events that impressed me with feelings which, from what I was, have made me what I am.
~ Mary Shelley
Youth, elastic and bright, disdains to be compelled. When conquered, from its very chains it forges implements for freedom; it alights from one baffled flight, only again to soar on untired wing towards some other aim. Previous defeat is made the bridge to pass the tide to another shore; and, if that break down, its fragments become stepping stones. It will feed upon despair, and call it a medicine which is to renovate its dying hopes.
~ Mary Shelley
The world will never be again to me as it was; there was a life and freshness in it that is lost to me.
~ Mary Shelley
Happiness changes as you change. It's in yourself.
~ Mary Stewart
Have you ever thought, when something dreadful happens, "a moment ago things were not like this; let it be then, not now, anything but now"? And you try and try to remake then, but you know you can't. So you try to hold the moment quite still and not let it move on and show itself. It was like that.
~ Mary Stewart
My heart, which was before sorrowful, now swelled with something like joy;
~ Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Invention, it must be humbly admitted, does not consist in creating out of void, but out of chaos;
~ Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
But it is even so; the fallen angel becomes a malignant devil.
~ Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
I who had before clothed myself in the bright garb of sincerity must now borrow one of divers colours: it might sit awkwardly at first, but use would enable me to place it in elegant folds, to lie with grace.
~ Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Vi cómo se marchitaba y acababa por perderse la belleza; cómo la corrupción de la muerte reemplazaba la mejilla encendida; cómo los prodigios del ojo y del cerebro eran la herencia del gusano.
~ Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Cuando alguien a quien amamos muere, deseamos volver a encontrarlo en otro estado y albergamos a medias la esperanza de que la imaginación consiga recrearlo con el mismo aspecto de su vestimenta mortal.
~ Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley