Quotes About Transformation

What do you mean, 'playing really creatively'? Can you give me an example? Hmm, let's see ... you send the music deep enough into your heart so that it makes your body undergo a kind of a physical shift, and simultaneously the listener's body also undergoes the same kind of physical shift. It's giving birth to that kind of shared state. Probably.

let the wind change direction a little bit, and their cries turned to whispers.

I think certain types of processes don't allow for any variation. If you have to be part of that process, all you can do is transform—or perhaps distort—yourself through that persistent repetition, and make that process a part of your own personality.

That's evolution. Evolution's always hard. Hard and bleak. No such thing as happy evolution

Inside him, twenty years dissolved and mixed into one complex, swirling whole. Everything that had accumulated over the years-- all he had seen, all the words he has spoken, all the values he had held-- all of it coalesced into one solid, thick pillar in his heart, the core of which was spinning like a potter's wheel. Wordlessly, Tengo observed the scene, as if watching the destruction and rebirth of a planet.

We keep moving. And as we do, the things around us, well, they disappear.

I was reborn, she said, her hot breath brushing his ear. You were reborn, Tengo said. Because I died once. You died once, Tengo repeated. On a night when there was a cold rain falling, she said. Why did you die? So I would be reborn like this. You would be reborn, Tengo said. More or less, she whispered quietly. In all sorts of forms.

There is no silence without a cry of grief, no forgiveness without bloodshed, no acceptance without a passage of acute loss.

Nobody chooses to evolve. It's like floods and avalanches and earthquakes. You never know what's happening until they hit, then it's too late.

It's not just that I'm dumb. Nakata's empty inside. I finally understand that. Nakata's like a library without a single book. It wasn't always like that. I used to have books inside me. For a long time I couldn't remember, but now I can. I used to be normal, just like everybody else. But something happened and I ended up like a container with nothing inside.

Quando la tempesta sarà finita, probabilmente non saprai neanche tu come hai fatto ad attraversarla e a uscirne vivo. Anzi, non sarai neanche sicuro se sia finita per davvero. Ma su un punto non c'è dubbio... Ed è che tu, uscito da quel vento, non sarai lo stesso che vi è entrato.

I couldn't tell wether the hole that opened up inside me was from missing you or from the change of season

In a world of time, nothing can go back to the way it was.

As time passes, memory, inevitably, reconstitutes itself.

Then back to the stage, and the acting. The bright lights, the rehearsed lines. The applause, the falling curtain. Leaving who one was for a brief time, then returning. But the self that one returned to was never exactly the same as the self that one had left behind.

So that's how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that's stolen from us--that's snatched right out of our hands--even if we are left completely changed, with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in silence.

Have you ever had that feeling? That you'd like to go to a whole different place and become a whole different self?

If, through some kind of reincarnation, it were possible to be reborn as Ushikawa's clothing, with a guarantee of rare glory in the next rebirth, I would still not want to do it.

Nakata's empty inside. I finally understand that. Nakata's like a library without a single book. It wasn't always like that. I used to have books inside me. For a long time I couldn't remember, but now I can. I used to be normal, just like everybody else. But something happened and I ended up like a container with nothing inside.

You finally fall asleep. And when you wake up, it's true. You are part of a brand-new world.

What has gone forward can't go back to where it came from.

Incluso la persona más tranquila y coherente puede pasar por un gran momento de ruptura. Un periodo para la locura, por así decirlo. Seguramente todos necesitamos esos puntos de inflexión.

As long as I was alive, I was something. That was just how it was. But somewhere along the line it all changed. Living turned me into nothing. Weird... People are born in order to live, right? But the longer I've lived, the more I've lost what's inside me --- and ended up empty. And I bet the longer I live, the emptier, the more worthless I'll become. Something's wrong with this picture. Life isn't supposed to turn out like this! Isn't it possible to shift direction, to change where I'm headed?

The passage of time usually extract the venom from most things and render them harmless.