Quotes About Transformation

How can I explain such a thing? I simply know it in the way I know there's an oak tree inside an acorn...I've come to know it only this night, but it has always been the tree in the acorn.

You know, Lily, people can start out one way, and by the time life gets through with them they end up completely different.

This is a hard question. But as women we have a right to ask the hard questions. The only way I have ever understood, broken free, emerged, healed, forgiven, flourished, and grown powerful is by asking the hardest questions and then living into the answers through opening up to my own terror and transmuting it into creativity. I have gotten nowhere by retreating into hand-me-down sureties or resisting the tensions that truth ignited.

Rebirth is almost impossible without the darkness.....I tell myself I am experiencing the death of myself as mother, the death of myself as a younger woman -- precious old lives going by the wayside. Of course, I should let myself grieve. To deny the grief is to squander a transforming and radiant possibility.

If you can't be still and wait, you can't become what God created you to be.

Which one took the most strength to carry around? It was a ridiculous question, though, because once you know the truth, you can't ever go back and pick up your suitcase of lies.

Here is one of the principles of women waking: If you don't respond to the first gentle nudges, they will increase in intensity. Next you will wake up on the roof. And if you do not respond to that, there will likely be a crash.

In the end the mermaids did not save him. But I wonder if perhaps they saved me. I know this much: the mermaids came to me finally, in the pink hours of my life.

I am the coming together and the falling apart. I am the enduring and the disintegration...

When you can't go forward and you can't go backward and you can't stay where you are without killing off what is deep and vital in yourself, you are on the edge of creation.

We must wake up, journey, name, challenge, shed, reclaim, ground, and heal.

Strangest of all, it was the first time thoughts of equality had entered my head, and I could only attribute it to God, with whom I'd lately taken up and who was proving to be more insurrectionary than law-abiding.O

You could say I'd never had a true religious moment, the kind where you know yourself spoken to by a voice that seems other than yourself, spoken to so genuinely you see the words shining on trees and clouds. But I had such a moment right then, standing in my own ordinary room. I heard a voice say, Lily Melisa Owens, your jar is open. In a matter of seconds I knew exactly what I had to do -- leave .

What is bound will be unbound. What is cast down will be lifted up. That is the promise of Our Lady.

She'd immersed herself in forbidden privileges, yes, but mostly in the belief she was worthy of those privileges. What she'd done was not a revolt, it was a baptism.

People can start out one way, and by the time life gets through with them they end up completely different

I said to my soul, be still, and wait. . . .                           So the darkness shall be the light,                           and the stillness the dancing. T. S. ELIOT

Let me first go and bury my father." Jesus gave him what seems like a harsh answer: "Follow me, and leave the dead to bury their own dead" (Matt. 8:21–22). But when you apply the answer to the process of inner transformation, it makes perfect sense. This is a call to separation. To "leave the dead." In order to follow the inner journey, we need to leave behind those things that are deadening, the loyalties that no longer have life for us.

Mengetahui bisa menjadi kutukan dalam hidup seseorang..begitu kau mengetahui yang sebenarnya, kau tidak akan pernah kembali untuk mengambil koper kebohonganmu. Lebih berat atau tidak, kebenaran menjadi milikmu sekarang.

She'd been boiled down to a good, strong broth. Her hair was loose, dangling along the sides

Meekness. It isn't meekness I need, it's anger." I'd not forgotten this. I knelt beside my friend.

Loss takes up inside of everything sooner or later and eats right through

Sue Monk Kidd

There was a feeling in me like rising water. It broke over me, finally, leaving behind the thing I knew, but didn't know. Nazareth had never been my home. Jesus had been my home.