Quotes About Transformation

A shiver ran through me. Leave your cage. It had been a month and a half since the sickness had first appeared in the city.

In the hidden forest in my chest, the trees slowly lost their leaves.

Uncovering this need has been like finding an empty room in the center of my house, one I didn't know was there, one I couldn't pass without feeling its vacuity and wondering how it should be filled. I know I came to Greece in part to try and fill this vacancy in myself. I just didn't think it would have anything to do with Mary.

He waited actively—letting go, descending into the depths of his soul, listening, opening himself to change, praying.

So it would happen to me and so it will happen to all who set out to knead their pain and wounds, their hopes and hungers, into bread. Waiting is the yeasting of the human soul.

It was like a stone that strikes against another stone that causes the entire mountain to fall.

I am the coming together and the falling apart

Ann, seeking her true self, her autonomy and voice, her place in the world; and me, looking for the sap of spring, the ability to conjure a new dream of myself and bring it forth. Ann

an acron grew into an oak tree, didn't it?

To create newness you have to cover the soul and let grace rise.

It is the necessity of loss.

couldn't have explained then how the oak tree lives inside the acorn or how I suddenly realized that in the same enigmatic way something lived inside of me—the woman I would become—but it seemed I knew at once who she was.

Sue Monk Kidd

The life you're living can be torn apart like Osiris's and a new one pieced together. Some of you might die and a new self will rise up to take it's place.

I felt like I was dissolving. A dandelion going to seed.

PART TWO February 1811–December 1812

Think of it, she'd said. Some part of you might die and a new self will rise up to take its place.

Some part of you might die and a new self will rise up to take its place.

Already his features had dimmed a little in my mind. It terrified me, this slow disappearing.

Words are the most beautiful things existed in the world, but they die as fast as they were born, unless you convert them to act! The Secret Life of Bees

I wrenched open the windows. I stood while the cold air poured around my face like dark water, as if I was a rock and it was chiselling me into a new shape.

Does this wild errant need fade, like the colour of eyes do?

Anger may in time change to gladness; vexation may be succeeded by content. But a kingdom that has once been destroyed can never come again into being; nor can the dead ever be brought back to life.

Disorder came from order, fear came from courage, weakness came from strength.