Quotes About Transformation

The years peeled slowly off, one by one, or perhaps dozens at a time.

Chovia bastante naquela manhã. A luz tinha um tom acinzentado e musguento devido às nuvens baixas. Teve de admitir que a menina não era um cadáver. Estava viva. Talvez tivesse nascido gelada, mas agora estava viva. Ainda suja com o sangue do nascimento e o início aguado das suas fezes, Liir levou-a até à porta e ergue-a para a chuva. Lavada, revelou-se verde.

But what is character? How solid? We cut our hair, we shave our beards, we lose a limb. We remain ourselves. In dreams, however, we swap identities licentiously. We sabotage the structures of our character without a thought.

Everything changes you, and you change everything.

Growth and change were viewed as reactions to conditions met

By so giving up, of course, it renews itself- that is the secret

A perfect word for my new life. Unbecoming. I who have always been unbecoming am becoming un.

Children surrender nothing when faced with the world: it is the world that gives up, over and over again. By so giving up, of course, it renews itself—that is the secret. Dying in order to live, that sort of thing.

Aún estaba embadurnada con la sangre del parto y los comienzos acuosos de sus heces de lactante. La llevó a la puerta y la puso bajo la lluvia tibia. Cuando estuvo limpia, vio que era verde.

Those who sit in the house of grief will someday sit in the garden.

He had loved the girl who had loved the glamour in herself, and that girl seemed to have disappeared. But he was happy to have Glinda as a friend. Well, in a nutshell: he had loved Galinda and this now was Glinda. Someone he could no longer quite figure out. Case closed.

It doesn't pose or represent the world. It becomes.

A notion of character, not so much discredited as simply forgotten, once held that people only came into themselves partway through their lives.

You might forget an event but you can never go back to living as you did before it's influence was applied upon you

By that token, you might forget an event, but you can never go back to living as you did before its hidden influence was applied upon you.

In the lives of children, pumpkins can turn into coaches, mice and rats into human beings. When we grow up, we learn that it's far more common for human beings to turn into rats.

He has added inches and fullness to his beard since his last visit. I'll say no more.

Every day you die a little and get a new chance to find out how next to live.

In the lives of children, pumpkins can turn into coaches, mice and rats into human beings. When we grow up, we learn that it's far more common for human beings to turn into rats. Nothing

One never learns how the witch became wicked, or whether that was the right choice for her—is it ever the right choice? Does the devil ever struggle to be good again, or if so is he not a devil?

All green things brown.

I am alive. But I'm not that girl. I'm a woman grown from a life broken in the middle.

But what is character? How solid? We cut our hair, we shave our beards, we lose a limb. We remain ourselves. In dreams, however, we swap identities licentiously. We sabotage the structures of our character without a thought. None

Glinda was changed. She knew it herself. She had come to Shiz a vain, silly thing, and she now found herself in a coven of vipers. Maybe it was her own fault.