Quotes About Transformation

Like the sun and moon, they end but to begin anew; like the four seasons, they pass away to return once more.

War doesn't have a permanent dynamic; a water doesn't have a permanent shape.

La ira puede cambiar con el tiempo a alegría; el enojo puede ser reemplazado por el contento.

I thought about how unlikely it was I would ever meet any guy,fall in love, get married, have babies. Especially since I was going to spend the rest of my life in the cellar, where, in the not too distant future, I'd turn into a toadstool. I hoped I'd be the poisonous variety.

I'm turning into a rock, and in some ways that's good, because rocks last forever. But

Before Julia Child there was only onion dip.

The dolphins' evolutionary path is itself a preposterous feat: their predecessors were land mammals that resembled small, hooved wolves.

having tried and failed to invent a better future for himself, in the end he invented a better past"178

American poet who wrote: "If Barley be wanting to make into malt

REMEMBER THE IMPOSSIBLE eventfulness of time, transformation and emotion packed like gunpowder into the barrel. Remember the dilation and diffusion, the years within days. Theirs were endless; lives flowered and died between waking and noon.

But the slice-of-life novel is really not so much a world apart as an interlude - like the conference or the film set, the holiday hotel or the voyage by sea or air. You enter it, you live there for a while, you leave again. Perhaps it will alter you; usually it will not. I suspect that the book which takes you into a world apart must also _trouble_ you, at least a little. And the troubling stays with you, like the grit in the oyster, and afterwards you are changed.

Where did they go? Where the leaves go in autumn, Will said. Bran looked at him and seemed suddenly to relax; he grinned. There's poetic, now. Will laughed. It's true. Of course, the trouble with leaves is, they grow again...

I do not believe I have ever again slept so well as I did that night in the inn at Crythin Gifford. For I see that then I was still all in a state of innocence, but that innocence, once lost, is lost forever.

A book which is left on a shelf is a dead thing but it is also a chrysalis, an inanimate object packed with the potential to burst into new life.

I had changed, and gone on changing, but I did not fully remember how it had begun, or understand why.

everything had changed, and she had crumpled in front of me, and become wholly broken and lost...

Nothing's for ever. Everything changes eventually, and it's the people who adapt who survive.

I may never recover. It was like an out-of-body experience. I'm an alien trying on human rituals.

You don't look like the librarians I remember," he told her. "We've changed. There was a whole press release issued about it, but we didn't get much media coverage.

She breathed, she walked through her house and knew that nothing was ever going to be the same again.

wants a second chance.

But you were married. Didn't the former Mrs. Patrick tame you?" He moved closer. "Do I look tamed?" "Hmm." She squinted. "I think I can see little marks on your cheeks where the reins went.

His mouth turned up at one corner. His face was transformed when he smiled, even when it was a half-smile given halfheartedly. Wow. A sexy cowboy with a sense of humor could be dangerous. And while she'd always avoided danger in the past, for some reason, she found herself wanting to move just a little closer. Play with fire, she reminded herself. Only getting burned seemed like a small price to pay.

Perhaps gardening could be a metaphor for life, she thought happily. Do a little digging and get rid of everything that's bothering you.