Quotes About Transformation

When you look across the good-to-great transformations, they consistently display three forms of discipline: disciplined people, disciplined thought, and disciplined action. When you have disciplined people, you don't need hierarchy. When you have disciplined thought, you don't need bureaucracy. When you have disciplined action, you don't need excessive controls.

Transformations often begin, and begin well, when an organization has a new head who is a good leader and who sees the need for a major change.

EVERY MAJOR INDUSTRY WAS once a growth industry.

they are transforming their organizations into armies of killer apps and crunching their way to victory.

In our work, the question is, how much you absorb from others. So for me, creativity, is really like a relay race. As children we are handed a baton. Rather than passing it onto the next generation as is, first we need to digest it and make it our own.

Chihiro, huh? Her real name's Chihiro? Can't beat the power of love.

The winds of time eventually turn them into the tools of industrial civillisation. It's never unscathed.

Some people look for a beautiful place, others make a place beautiful.

Menopause isn't Cocoon. Sorry.

Either way, modernity is doing something to us at a deeply fundamental level, and the fact that we don't understand it is alarming.

The cat looked at its paws and frantically back at its body, as if it had just been transformed into a cat and couldn't accept it.

You came out of prison incredibly buff or with an addiction to paperback novels.

It showed her that a person's personality could change radically, that you could never really know someone. In fact, you could probably never know yourself. You could think of yourself as the most fun-loving, generous person but actually be cutthroat and indecent.

Marie felt an incredible coldness. She had stopped pursuing, even on an imaginary level, the one person she loved in the world. Sadie was no more. Sadie was dead to her. But she was not mourning Sadie, she was mourning the part of her that had ever loved Sadie. She had put aside a love for a father and now she was setting aside the love of her youth. In the coming days she knew she would become a monster. She stood on the balcony letting the metamorphosis happen.

Es kann sein, daß wir dann eines Tages aus unserer Alltäglichkeit herausrücken und in die Macht der Dichtung einrücken müssen, daß wir nie mehr so in die Alltäglichkeit zurückkehren, wie wir sie verlassen haben.

God, I'm not satisfied. I cannot live ankle-, knee-, or waist-deep. I must be completely immersed in Your presence. Lord, here I am. Immerse me. I do not want to keep from drowning. I want to drown in Your love. I want to know what it is to be immersed and undone. I want to know what it is to be out of control and for You to be totally and completely in control. Lord, come like a rushing river. I invite You to sweep me away to deeper places.

We have to let go of our preconceived ideas, our carefully worked-out plans, our way of doing things so God can live in us. We need new life, His life. If we are going to make room to carry His glory, we have to die first. We have to take our place at the cross and say, as Jesus said, "Not my will but yours, God. Your will. I will drink the cup You have called me to drink, whatever the cost.

If the Holy Spirit ever touches people in such a way that they realize they are sons or daughters instantly, we ought to celebrate it as a mighty miracle—because sometimes it takes fourteen years.

I am no longer a divine biped. I am no longer the freest German after Goethe, as Ruge named me in healthier days. I am no longer the great hero No. 2, who was compared with the grape-crowned Dionysius, whilst my colleague No. 1 enjoyed the title of a Grand Ducal Weimarian Jupiter. I am no longer a joyous, somewhat corpulent Hellenist, laughing cheerfully down upon the melancholy Nazarenes. I am now a poor fatally-ill Jew, an emaciated picture of woe, an unhappy man.

Durch die Eisenbahn wird Raum getötet, und es bleibt nur noch die Zeit übrig.

Quali che siano le lacrime che si piangono, alla fine si finisce sempre per soffiarsi il naso

Buch Der Lieder: Lyrisches Intermezzo: 'Es liegt der heisse Sommer' There lies the heat of summer On your cheek's lovely art: There lies the cold of winter Within your little heart. That will change, beloved, The end not as the start! Winter on your cheek then, Summer in your heart.

Quite quickly I grew less deranged. I had begun the process of calming down, assimilating and compromising, which is necessary to live comfortably in the world as it is, and probably is why its imbalance never changes. But underneath, my idea of life was completely altered.

My friends have made the story of my life. In a thousand ways they have turned my limitations into beautiful privileges.