Quotes About Transformation

Slide the weight from your shoulders and move forward. You are afraid you might forget, but you never will. You will forgive and remember. Think of the vine that curls from the small square plot that was once my heart. That is the only marker you need. Move on. Walk forward into the light.

Every mud puddle is surrounded by a prayer group of small blue butterflies.

There is no stepping in the same river twice. So say the Greek philosophers, and the crocodiles make sure.

They wait out the dry months kind of dead-like, just like everything else, and when the rain comes they wake up and crawl out of the ground and start to holler.

Plenty of people took this way out, looking future damage in the eye and naming it something else.

We will change our ways significantly as a nation not when some laws tell us we have to (remember Prohibition?), but when we want

From the fallen tree everybody makes firewood.

I've tried in this telling, time and time again, to pinpoint the moment where everything starts to fall apart. Everything, meaning me. But there's also the opposite, where some little nut cracks open inside you and a tree starts to grow. Even harder to nail. Because that thing's going to be growing a long time before you notice. Years maybe. then one day you say, Huh, that little crack between my ears has turned into this whole damn tree of wonderful. 515

There he'd found the pasteboard notebook: the most beautiful book ever, it could become anything.

This is my test: I imagine them back there in the moonlight with the ground all around us boiling with ants. Now, which one, the crooked walker, or the darling perfection? I know how they would choose. Any man who admires my body now is a traitor to the previous Adah. So there you are.

In my opinion, mountains don't move. They only look changed when you loook down on them from a great height.

Emelina and I took each other in. All morning I'd felt the strange disjuncture that comes from reconnecting with your past. There's such a gulf between yourself and who you were then, but people speak to that other person and it answers; it's like having a stranger as a house guest in your skin.

Love changes everything. I never suspected it would be so. Requited love, I should say ...

We stalled long enough for Maggot to undisgrace himself

Five days and the train has passed through many underworlds.

Was this me now, for life? Taking up space where people wished I wasn't? Once on a time I was something, and then I turned, like sour milk. The dead junkie's kid.

You are afraid you might forget, but you never will. You will forgive and remember. Think of the vine that curls from the small square plot that was once my heart. That is the only marker you need. Move on. Walk forward into the light.

When a house no longer provided shelter, it turned out to be worth exactly the sum of its parts.

times than we ever have known.

Whole phases of her children's lives, these passions that had seemed to be their purest marrow, had faded away one after another. And character persisted.

The giant beech next door intends to shiver off every hair of its pelt.

It was hard to see where all this could possibly go when it melted.

Everything changes when you start to emit your own frequency rather than absorbing the frequencies around you, when you start imprinting your intent on the universe rather than receiving an imprint from existence.

Sometimes the darkest challenges, the most difficult lessons, hold the greates gems of light.