Quotes About Transformation

It isn't all that easy to answer the question of why, for some time now, Berlin has been one of the most popular cities in the world. It's not on account of its beauty, for Berlin is not beautiful; Berlin is the Cinderella of European capitals. Gazing

There used to be a real me, but I had it surgically removed.

There used to be a me, but I had it surgically removed.

I looked on astounded as from his ordinary life he made his art. We were both ordinary men, he and I. Yet from the ordinary he created Legends--and I from Legends created only the ordinary!

All reined up in old language and old assumptions, straining to jump clean-hoofed on to a whole new track of being I only suspect is there. I can't see it, because my educated, average head is being held at the wrong angle. I can't jump because the bit forbids it, and my own basic force - my horsepower, if you like - is too little.

The human being does not hop out of the magician's hat in the way that the ape climbs down from the tree; he also does not emerge from the hand of a creator who surveys everything in advance with his foreknowledge. He is the product of a production that is not itself a human being. The human being was not yet what he would become before he became it.

In his field, and with his means, Rilke carries out an operation that one could philosophically describe as the 'transformation of being into message' (more commonly, 'linguistic turn'). 'Being that can be be understood is language', Heidegger would later state - which conversely implies that language abandoned by being becomes mere chatter.

Din marele elan al transform?rii egalitariste a umanit??ii nu a r?mas, pân? la urm?, mult mai mult decât autoprivilegierea nedisimulat? a funcÈ›ionarilor – ca s? nu mai vorbim de paralizia, resemnarea È™i cinismul pe care le-a l?sat moÈ™tenire.

It is not sufficient, he emphasized, to colour (colorare) the mind with wisdom; it must be pickled (macerare) in it, as it were, soaked in it (inficere), and entirely transformed by it.

The face was no longer bone, but animal - the face of a white wolf. "I forbid you nothing. Nothing, " uttered the awful face. "You may go anywhere - you may open any door. But, little bird, remember that you must be prepared to accept whatever you find." The long jaws spread in a smile filled with teeth.

In the mid-1980s, on a spring Sunday morning, a Volvo stationwagon parked in Brunswick Street. A young couple got out. She was trim, blonded, tanned. He was already broadening in the midsection, sockless, short and hairy legs ending in boatshoes. From a restraining chair in the back seat, he unloaded a child, complaining, flailing. They took it into a cafe. They were going to have brunch. The old Brunswick Street was dead, Brunchwick Street born. There was no turning back.

What I know for sure is that when you declutter – whether it's on your home, your head, or your heart – it is astounding what will flow into that space that will enrich you, your life, and your family.

Transcendence is transformation.

you gotta let go of this whole self thing. Identity changes by the second, you turn into someone else every time a new thought rewires your brain.

Identity changes by the second, you turn into someone else every time a new thought rewires your brain. You're already a different person than you were ten minutes ago.

NOT UNTIL WE ARE LOST DO WE BEGIN TO UNDERSTAND OURSELVES. —Henry David Thoreau

Thanks to a vampire and a boatload of freaks and an invading alien horde, I'm Human again.

Half my age, and she's probably already forgotten the difference between the meat she was born with and the chrome that came after.

By now it's got as much in common with its origins as a humpback whale would have with the sperm cells from a therapsid lizard. Still

nouveaux undead

THE LORD WILL TAKE CONTROL OF YOU. YOU WILL DANCE AND SHOUT AND BECOME A DIFFERENT PERSON. —1 Samuel 10:6

He felt like some overgrown pupa plagued by second thoughts, trying to climb back into its husk.

Visual reality is the starting point, but beneath this the true intention is the poetic vision. These twin poles – the encounter with reality and the imaginative transformation of reality – are the two opposing poles around which all artistic endeavour has been concentrated for thousands of years.

En 1972, en el momento culminante de la revolución, Chile era el segundo país más igual de Sudamérica. Tres décadas después, era el segundo país más desigual en la región.