Quotes About Transformation

Washington's task was to transform the improbable into the inevitable.

look vigilantly for one or two actions that create a cascade of change.

Like the classic it has become, the Farewell Address has demonstrated the capacity to assume different shapes in different eras, to change color, if you will, in varying shades of light.

The Bodhisatta was at one time born in the region of Himavanta as a white crane;

weird ye to be a Laidly Worm, And borrowed shall ye never be, Until Childe Wynd, the King's own son Come to the Heugh and thrice kiss thee; Until the world comes to an end, Borrowed shall ye never be.

Ferdinand a des yeux plus dilatés qu'à l'ordinaire, ils sont baignés d'une eau nouvelle. Mon frère non plus n'a pas tout à fait le même visage que tout à l'heure, peut-être ne retrouverons-nous jamais nos visages d'autrefois.

It is not a matter of ends justifying means: but of the creation of new means and new ends.

New York interposed itself, once and for all, between me and all other places of origin.

the baptismal character, as a signum configurativum, incorporates the recipient into Christ's own family, bestows upon him the Saviour's coat-of-arms, and thus renders him a Christian, i. e. one who is like unto Christ. Cfr. Gal. Ill, 27: "As many of you as have been baptized in Christ, have put on Christ." 41

would, should, or could move from social space into a different relational space.

I am no longer Mendel Singer. I am the remains of Mendel Singer.

Mira, Deborah, los vecinos vienen a verme, para consolarme. Pero a pesar de que son muchos y de que todos se estrujan el cerebro, no hallan consuelo para mi situación. Mi corazón aún late. Mis ojos aún ven. Mis miembros aún se mueven. Mis pies aún caminan. Como y bebo, rezo y respiro. Pero mi sangre se paraliza. Mis manos están marchitas. Mi corazón, vacío. Ya no soy Mendel Singer. Soy lo que queda de Mendel Singer. América nos ha matado.

I am thankful once again to strip off an old life, as I so often have during these years. I look back upon a soldier, a murderer, a man almost murdered, a man resurrected, a prisoner, a wanderer.

Die Schatten waren eben Körper geworden und warfen eigene Schatten.

That is how a farmer walks across the soil in spring--and later, in summer, the traces of his steps are obscured by the billowing richness of the wheat he once sowed.

Literature was formerly an art and finance a trade: today it is the reverse.

Who are you, and what have you done with Blackstar?

Fireheart had left his kittypet life to join ThunderClan

Blossomheart

You've spent two moons living in a Twoleg tunnel. Does that make you a rat?

Twigpaw, from this moment you will be known as Twigbranch.

As she spoke, the anger in Bramblestar's face was fading, replaced with a thoughtful expression. "I understand

This is bigger than our feelings, he realized. Changes are coming, and any cat could be swept away like leaves in the wind.

Firestar was carried by Sandstorm, Graystripe, Squirrelflight, and Millie. Dovewing heard the gray tabby she-cat murmur, "We were born as kittypets, but look at us now, my precious friend.