Quotes About Transformation

Rick had acquired a new cell number while I was a tree.

Southern California had no quarterly miracles, no opportunities for starting over. Not everybody cares to pay the cold, silver coinage of winter for a seasonal renascence, but for me it was a small price.

I will change you like a remix, then I'll raise you like a Phoenix

One man's shit is anothers factory of Bliss.

I soon realized that self-denial was like self-immolation. It was a state of stasis that relieved one of the responsibility to change things.

I suppose that at some early moment of his existence he concluded that there was no future in being a dog. And so, with the tenacity which marked his every act, he set himself to become something else. Subconsciously he no longer believed that he was a dog at all, yet he did not feel, as so many foolish canines appear to do, that he was human. He was tolerant of both species, but he claimed kin to neither.

A small smile tipped up one corner of her mouth as she remembered that first night, and how ridiculously out of his element Naveen had been. She glanced over at him now, taking in his strong and handsome profile. He'd changed so much in the year since she'd first met him. He was no longer the spoiled little rich boy who thought he could get by on his looks and charm. Though he'd surely won her over with that charm in the end.

She was struck once again by how different he was from that self-absorbed cad he'd been when she had met him a year earlier. Despite her best efforts not to, she'd fallen in love with him then. It would be so very easy to love this kinder, more considerate Naveen.

Peel away the wife, the mother, find the woman within, and there the she devil is.

It seemed to me when I wrote The Life and Loves of a She-Devil that women were so much in the habit of being good it would do nobody any harm if they learned to be a little bad - that is to say, burn down their houses, give away their children, put their husband in prison, steal his money and turn themselves into their husband's mistress.

Dissatisfaction of who you are today is the first step of becoming who you want to be tomorrow.

Lo que quiero deciros con esto, Señorías, es que, enloquecido por la lectura, no dudará el hombre en dar el salto y convertirse de simple lector en pretencioso escritor.

Pero yo ya no soy yo, ni mi casa es ya mi casa.

If lilies would grow backwards, if roses would grow backwards, if all those roots could see the stars & the dead not close their eyes, we would become like swans.

Like a snake, my heart has shed its skin. I hold it there in my hand, full of honey and wounds. The thoughts that nested in your folds, where are they now?...

The golden girl bathed in the water and the water turned gold

Al gemir la santa niña, quiebra el cristal de las copas. La rueda afila cuchillos y garfios de aguda comba: brama el toro de los yunques, y Mérida se corona de nardos casi despiertos y tallos de zarzamora.

Era hermoso jinete, y ahora montón de nieve. Corrió ferias y montes y brazos de mujeres. Ahora, musgo de noche le corona la frente

Song of the Barren Orange Tree" Woodcutter. Cut out my shadow. Free me from the torture of seeing myself fruitless. Why was I born among mirrors? The daylight revolves around me. And the night herself repeats me in all her constellations. I want to live not seeing self. I shall dream the husks and insects change inside my dreaming into my birds and foliage. Woodcutter. Cut out my shadow. Free me from the torture

Qué esfuerzo! ¡Qué esfuerzo del caballo por ser perro! ¡Qué esfuerzo del perro por ser golondrina! ¡Qué esfuerzo de la golondrina por ser abeja!

A me piace veder correre pieno di fuoco ciò che era stato quieto per anni e anni.

In the green morning I wanted to be a heart. A heart. And in the ripe evening I wanted to be a nightingale. A nightingale. (Soul, turn orange-colored. Soul, turn the color of love.) In the vivid morning I wanted to be myself. A heart. And at the evening's end I wanted to be my voice. A nightingale. Soul, turn orange-colored. Soul, turn the color of love. - Ditty of First Desire

Like a snake, my heart has shed its skin. I hold it here in my hand, full of honey and wounds. - New Heart

Pero yo ya no soy yo Ni mi casa es ya mi casa. But now I am no longer I, nor is my house any longer my house.