Quotes About Transformation

How many of us begin a new record with each day of our lives?

It was like a miracle, but before our very eyes, and almost in the drawing of a breath, the whole body crumbled into dust and passed from our sight.

For it is in the arcana of dreams that existences merge and renew themselves, change and yet keep the same.

And then as we looked the white figure moved forwards again. It was now near enough for us to see clearly, and the moonlight still held. My own heart grew cold as ice, and I could hear the gasp of Arthur, as we recognized the features of Lucy Westenra. Lucy Westenra, but yet how changed. The sweetness was turned to adamantine, heartless cruelty, and the purity to voluptuous wantonness.

My fear fell from me as if it had been a vaporous garment which dissolved in the warmth.

But to fail here, is not mere life or death. It is that we become as him; that we henceforward become foul things of the night like him –without heart or conscience, preying on the bodies and the souls of those we love best.

The Duke of York remarked that King Ferdinand of Spain had sent a letter to the Prince Regent complaining that many parts of his kingdom had been rendered entirely unrecognizable by the English magician and demanding that Mr Strange return and restore the country to its original form.

The trees, the stones and the earth had taken him inside themselves, but in their shape it was possible still to discern something of the man he had once been.

Shape-changing and so on were all very well in the past. It makes a vivid incident in a story, I grant you. But surely, Strange, you would not want to practise it? A gentleman cannot change his shape. A gentleman scorns to seem any thing other than what he is. You yourself would never wish to appear in the character of a pastry-cook or a lamplighter …

And she was quite tolerable to look at, you say?" said Mr Lascelles. "You never saw her?" said Drawlight. "Oh! she was a heavenly creature. Quite divine. An angel." "Indeed? And such a pinched-looking ruin of a thing now! I shall advise all the good-looking women of my acquaintance not to die," said Mr Lascelles.

she bore so many of the signs and disfigurings of extreme old age that she was losing her resemblance to other human beings and began instead to resemble other orders of living creatures. Her arms lay in her lap, so extravagantly spotted with brown that they were like two fish. Her skin was the white, almost transparent skin of the extremely old, as fine and wrinkled as a spider's web, with veins of knotted blue.

what I eventually concluded was that it was necessary to cleanse one's vision in order to see the door. To do this one must return to the place, the geographical location where one last believed the world to be fluid, responsive to oneself. In short one must return to the last place in which one had stood before the iron hand of modern rationality gripped one's mind.

Once, men and women were able to turn themselves into eagles and fly immense distances. They communed with rivers and mountains and received wisdom from them. They felt the turning of the stars inside their own minds. My contemporaries did not understand this. They were all enamoured with the idea of progress and believed that whatever was new must be superior to what was old. As if merit was a function of chronology!

This unsightly condition is only temporary. Don't be sad. Don't fear. I will place you somwhere where the fish and the birds can strip away all this broken flesh. It will soon be gone. Then you will be a handsome skull and handsome bones. I will put you in good order and you can rest in the Sunlight and Starlight.

I can honestly say that my misery had been transformed into common unhappiness, so by Freud's definition I have achieved mental health.

But when they were done, I wondered if there would be a next time. I felt good. I wasn't dead, yet something was dead. Perhaps I'd managed my peculiar objective of partial suicide. I was lighter, airier than I'd been in years.

I wanted to get rid of a certain aspect of my character. I was performing a kind of self-abortion with those aspirin. It worked for a while. Then it stopped; but I had no heart to try again.

Life was hellish, she knew that. But, her smile hinted, she'd burned all that out of her.

If I who was previously revolting am now this far from my crazy self, how much further are you who were never revolting, and how much deeper your revulsion?

Something had been peeled back, a covering or shell that works to protect us. I couldn't decide whether the covering was something on me or something attached to every thing in the world. It didn't matter, really; wherever it had been, it wasn't there anymore.

Kehidupan adalah perjalanan yang harus ditempuh, bukanlah kepompong tempat kau hanya bisa meregangkan kakimu

Veš katero napako delamo spet in spet. Mislimo, da je življenje nespremenljivo in da moramo, ko smo se enkrat utirili, slediti tiru prav do konca. Usoda pa je veliko bolj domiselna od nas. Ko že misliš, da si se znašel v slepi ulici, ko si na robu brezupa, pride mo?an sunek vetra in v hipu vse preobrne, vse se spremeni in naenkrat se znajdeš v ?isto novem življenju.

Sai qual è un errore che si fa sempre? Quello di credere che la vita sia immutabile, che una volta preso un binario lo si debba percorrere fino in fondo. Il destino invece ha molta più fantasia di noi. Proprio quando credi di trovarti in una situazione senza via di scampo, quando raggiungi il picco di disperazione massima, con la velocità di una raffica di vento tutto cambia, si stravolge, e da un momento all'altro ti trovi a vivere una nuova vita.

También la larva conoce la dignidad de la transformación, de sus blandos tejidos puede salir el inesperado esplendor de una mariposa.