Quotes About Transformation

Siente, precisamente ahora que su poder exterior toca a su fin, que en su interior comienza algo nuevo y grande que sin aquella prueba no habría sido posible. «Sólo en la desgracia se sabe en verdad quién se es»;

üzerimdeki okul k?yafetleriyle yerimden doÄŸruldum ve sana geldim. Gelmedim; kas?lm?? bacaklar?m, titreyen eklemlerimle kap?na m?knat?sla çekildim.

Pero justo eso constituye el signo distintivo de una voluntad demoníaca, el transformar en realidad lo imposible.

o güne kadar okulda kay?ts?z ve s?radan bir öÄŸrenci iken,ans?z?n birinci oldum,gecenin geç saatlerine kadar pek çok kitap okuyordum,zira senin kitaplar sevdiÄŸini biliyordum...

Ho perduto la donna che ho amato senza lottare, senza credere in me e in lei. Poco importa quello che ho imparato dopo, non conta quanto io sia cambiato, allora commisi questo delitto, il delitto di lasciarla sola.

The farmhouse itself no longer looked like a beast about to spring. (Not that it ever had, to her, for she was not in the habit of thinking that things looked exactly like other things which were as different from them in appearance as it was possible to be.)

Auf dem Pult] stand die Sanduhr. Alle Körner mußten durch die Engstelle, um unten denselben Haufen zu bilden wie vordem oben. Der entstandene Zeitverlust hieß Lateinstunde.

Nothing had been decided, but everything was solved. Nothing had been repaired, but everything was fixed. Nothing had been cured. Yet everything was healed.

Iron turns red when it corrodes, and copper turns green. Meat turns to maggots, and thoughts turn to speech.

An angelfish priestess in anemone drag sat on a post and wished that she were a conch man.

The practitioner empowers his food and drink into nectar with the three syllables OM AH HUM , and he eats it as if it were an offering to the deity whom he vividly visualizes himself to be; he empowers his clothing and seat also into "ornaments of self-luminous knowledge" with the three syllables, and thus he enjoys them.

A pearl is a beautiful thing that is produced by an injured life. It is the tear [that results] from the injury of the oyster. The treasure of our being in this world is also produced by an injured life. If we had not been wounded, if we had not been injured, then we will not produce the pearl.

We were so tired of death and destruction," Colonel Reed said. "We wanted to do something beautiful.

In the late sixties, some Army soldiers had bought long-haired wigs to cover up their military haircuts. Not all that much had changed since then.

El tiempo sin embargo posee una fuerza profunda para quitar intensidad a los sentimientos. - 24 Horas en la Vida de una Mujer

We are made up of energy in all stages of life and death. We just change from a liquid to a solid and then to a gas.

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The problem with having loved, however briefly, he thought reflectively, is that you can't ever get back to yourself just as you were before. It changes you.

This is what we Mexicans do:we take what exists and we make it our own.

Sometimes, when you do something daring, something that will change the rest of your life, you have to tell yourself, step by step, what it is you are doing. You have to go over it and over it so as not to lose heart.

I don't believe a person can be changed in a fundamental sense, but he or she can be guided into new paths, if those paths promise something more important than the original ones did.' 'If the original path is ultimately destructive...?' Selena began earnestly. 'The one doing the changing must see that for himself, Selena. You can only show him an alternative.

if the medicine we need is relationship, what if we surrendered to relationship with our trauma, with our inheritances, with our ancestors, with our bullshit, with our fears so that we could begin to make possible relationship with one another? what happens when we be with our inheritances, when we bow to them, when we thank them, when we bear witness to them, when we eulogize them, and then when we send them on their way?

May all of us have the courage to open ourselves to the time that we live in, to let it shape us as we, in turn, shape it. May we perceive what is being asked of us. May we awaken here, on this sharp edge of uncertainty.

Perchance, one day you wake in a tub of cold blood come warm. Then, will you let this whole forest of hurt love you?