Quotes About Transformation

Love isn't rest. Love requires you, from time to time, to rip up your soul and replant it. To dare your lover to do the same. To muster sympathy where it seemed impossible. To be, perpetually, two kids joining hands, drawing breath, and deep diving.

The future when everybody changes and turns into someone different. I'll become a person I won't like at all. It won't matter because that person will have forgotten all about me. I won't exist anymore. It's worse than dying- It means my life now is not really happening.

She believed that people are born every minute of their lives, and what they are in each of those minutes is what they are completely.

It was only a motorcycle but it felt like a mode of being.

Checklists and plans are useful tools as long as we use them as guides and not rulebooks. As we journey through life, we are supposed to change and so should our goals.

Wholeness is never lost, it is only forgotten. Integrity rarely means that we need to add something to ourselves: it is more an undoing than a doing, a freeing ourselves from beliefs we have about who we are and ways we have been persuaded to 'fix' ourselves to know who we genuinely are.

Often times of crisis are times of discovery, periods when we cannot maintain our old ways of doing things and enter into a steep learning curve. Sometimes it takes a crisis to initiate growth.

When done well, rest is a conscious act of worship and a means of holy transformation. Setting aside time to rest is setting aside time to become set apart. When we focus on Him in our rest, we become realigned with His heartbeat. We become restored to His image. Dedicating our rest, focusing it heavenward, turns it transcendent.

If the borderline rage that had fueled me for so long was torn down and taken away, would there be anything left? Or would it take the life, the spirit, right out of me? I was daunted by the prospect of letting go without a clear idea of what would emerge in the old framework's place.

If you can't turn cold into hot, you're fucked. Go ahead and apply that to all areas of life.

In the end, he somehow ended up looking like her father. Even with the dark bloody hair, pimple face and thin, crooked smile, he, like everything else, eventually looked like her father in the end.

Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some people stay for a while, and give us a deeper understanding of what is truly important in this life. They touch our souls. We gain strength from the footprints they have left on our hearts, and we will never EVER be the same.

she realized it was not the rereading that led to fresh insights. It was the rereader—because when a person is changing inside, there are inevitably new things to see

Salvation is not simply a matter of escaping the world after death. It is holistic, and it is now (and also later).

The kingdom has come. It is no longer far off, it is no longer future. It is at hand—reachable, touchable, present.

I was tired of being me.

But we are starting again, Jem. If I hadn't met you, it probably would have been dope and pills and smoking crack and shooting up junk. Prison. Hospitalization. That's how it would have been for me, but you saved me from that. It's going to be different for us now."

I was advised by an American agent when I was about 19 to change my surname.

The park admits the wind, the petals lift and scatter like versions of myself I was on the verge of becoming; and ten years on and ten blocks down I still can't tell whether this dispersal resembles a fist unclenching or waving goodbye.

one day I am gonna grow wings a chemical reaction hysterical but useless hysterical and a let down

Still cries at a good film, Still kisses with saliva, No longer empty and frantic like a cat tied to a stick, That's driven into frozen winter shit (The ability to laugh at weakness), Calm, Fitter, Healthier and more productive A pig in a cage on antibiotics.

Metaphor is ritual sacrifice. It kills the look-alike. No, metaphor is homeopathy.

butterfly envelopes

Butterflies are symbols of hope. They land beside us, like sunbeams, and belong to us for a moment, but then they fly away. And while we wish they might have stayed longer to share their beauty, we feel blessed for having s-seen them.