Quotes About Transformation

For me, it was a lonely season. Whenever I got home and took off my clothes, I felt as if any second my bones would burst through my skin. Like some unknown force inside me had taken a wrong turn somewhere, and was leading me off in some strange direction to another world

The way I see it," Menshiki said, "there's a point in everybody's life where they need a major transformation. And when that time comes you have to grab it by the tail. Grab it hard, and never let go.

Dentro de mi, alguien, algo, se irá. Con la mirada baja, sin una palabra.

That's right," Kafuku said. "Whether you want to or not. But the place you return to is always slightly different from the place you left. That's the rule. It can never be exactly the same.

Good and evil are not fixed, stable entities but are continually trading places. A good may be transformed into an evil in the next second. And vice versa. Such was the way of the world that Dostoevsky depicted in The Brothers Karamazov. The most important thing is to maintain the balance between the constantly moving good and evil. If you lean too much in either direction, it becomes difficult to maintain actual morals. Indeed, balance itself is the good.

People grow up, and when they grow up they change/

Darkness had spread over my skin like ink.

A real story requires a kind of magical baptism to link the world on this side with the world on the other side.

El conocimiento es así. El mundo cambia según nuestra percepción. Existe, sin duda alguna, aquí y de esta forma, pero, desde el punto de vista fenoménico el mundo no es sino una posibilidad entre un número infinito de posibilidades. Para ser más preciso, el mundo cambia según dé uno un paso hacia la derecha o hacia la izquierda. Por lo tanto, el mundo se modifica a medida que cambian los recuerdos.

What would be the meaning of a world that did not change when an Idea was extinguished? Can an Idea be so insignificant?

Por profunda y fatal que sea la pérdida, por importante que sea lo que nos han arrancado de las manos, aunque nos hayamos convertido en alguien completamente distinto y sólo conservemos, de lo que antes éramos, una fina capa de piel, a pesar de todo, podemos continuar viviendo, así, en silencio.

Becoming a different person might be hard, but taking on a different name is a cinch.

We all have ordeals we must face," Menshiki said. "It's through them that we find a new direction in our lives. The more grueling the ordeal, the more it can help us down the road.

I forgive you. And with those words, audibly, the frozen part of your heart crumbles.

Es algo muy extraño. Me refiero a los terremotos. Nosotros estamos firmemente convencidos de que, bajo nuestros piel, la tierra es algo consistenre, sólido, inamovible. Existe incluso la expresión . Sin embargo, un día, de repente nos damos cuenta de que no es así. La tierra y las rocas, que se suponían sólidas, se reblandecen.

Of course it's important to know what's right and what's wrong. Individual errors in judgment can usually be corrected. As long as you have the courage to admit mistakes, things can be turned around. But intolerant, narrow minds with no imagination are like parasites that transform the host, change form, and continue to thrive. They're a lost cause

After a certain length of time has passed, things harden up. Like cement hardening in a bucket. And we can't go back anymore.

No one noticed that I had changed- that I had given up sleep entirely, that I was spending all my time reading, that my mind was someplace a hundred years - and hundreds of miles - from reality.

The things that his death gave rise to are still there, bright and clear, inside me, some of them even clearer than when they were new.

Look deep enough into any person and you will find something shining within. My job was to uncover this and, if the surface is fogged up (which was more than the case), polish it with a cloth to make it shine again. Otherwise the darker side would naturally reveal itself in the portrait.

Don't blame me. That's evolution. Evolution's always hard. Hard and bleak. No such thing as happy evolution.

Nothing stayed still. And time was lost. Behind me, time became dead grains of sand, which one after another gave way and vanished.

It's strange, isn't it? No matter how quiet and conformist a person's life seems, there's always a time in the past when they reached an impasse. A time when they went a little crazy. I guess people need that sort of stage in their lives.

Vlinders zijn de meest vergankelijke, gracieuze schepsels ter wereld. Ze worden uit het niets geboren, verlangen stilletjes naar iets heel kleins en beperkts, om uiteindelijk weer als in het niets te verdwijnen.