Quotes About Transformation

She's told me on multiple occasions that I don't have to always stay the person I was, that I can change and be whoever I want to be.

Uneasy sleeper you will live to see the city of your birth pulled down to the last stone.

I'm not going to tell anybody, not even Lilly. Lilly would NOT understand. NOBODY would understand. Because nobody I know has ever been in this situation before. Nobody ever went to bed one night as one person and then woke up the next morning to find out that she was somebody completely different.

I'm eighteen; I'm a princess; and I'm a virgin. You know what? At this point in my life, I might as well be a unicorn. Happy freaking birthday to me.

I did remember. Mr. Rector and Mr. Endicott had basically taken a beautiful island paradise and bulldozed it into an ugly subdivision, complete with tennis courts and a tiki bar.

Anything can happen in the blink of an eye. Anything at all. One. Two. Three. Blink. A girl is laughing with her friends. Suddenly, a crater splits apart the earth. Through it bursts a man in an ink black chariot forged in the deepest pits of hell, drawn by stallions with hooves of steel and eyes of flame.

Time erodes us all.

Irene- Don't call me that. You were the princess Irene the first time we met. It means 'peace', Attolia said. What name could be more inappropriate? That I be named Helen? Eddis suggested. The hard lines in Attolia's face eased, and she smiled. Eddis was a far cry from the woman whose beauty had started a war.

Would you like to hear more romance of the evening? He told me that the Guard should be reduced by half, and I threw an ink jar at his head. Is that when he cried? He ducked, Attolia said dryly. Grown more confident of the queen's humor, Relius said, I had not pictured you for a fishwife. Lo, the transforming power of love.

If Attolia could look like a queen, Eugenides was like a god revealed, transformed into something wholly unfamiliar, surrounded by the cloth-of-gold bedcover like a deity on an altar, passionless and calculating.

Who knows but that you will get up to find that the world has inverted itself yet again?

As a ten-year-old boy, the Thief of Eddis could stop a grown man in his tracks with a single look. Where had that look gone?

If the king could make a throne seem like a stool fit for a printer's apprentice, the queen could make a rumpled bedspread into a throne.

The Lord of Rags and Tatters.

But if I hadn't lost the hand, I'd be another person entirely by now. Wishing for the hand back would be like wishing the man I already am, to be replaced by some stranger. It would be wishing my own self out of existence.

Life is mostly an exercise in being something other than what we used to be while remaining fundamentally — and sometimes maddeningly — who we are.

life is mostly an exercise in being something other than what we used to be

the loss is transformative, in good ways and bad, a tangle of change that cannot be threaded into the usual narrative spools...It's not an emergence from the cocoon, but a tree growing around an obstruction.

When the Soul wants to experience something she throws out an image in front of her and then steps into it.

The women are young, young, young, liquidy and sweet-looking; they are batter, and I am the sponge cake they don't know they'll become. I stand here, a lone loaf, stuck to the pan.

I never expected anyone in my family to change, and especially not my father, who changed first and most profoundly: He died.

We change into our bathing suits, both of us pale like larvae, and then we walk down to the water.

You are healed. Allegra nodded. You are no longer a Silver Blood. She paused. But you are no longer a vampire either. Bliss started. No longer a vampire-but what did that mean? Did it mean she was just human?

The more things change, the more they stay different.