Quotes About Transformation

Sometimes life is cruel, and it can seem pointless and tragic. But occasionally—surprisingly—certain hardships can lead you down a new path you never dreamed possible.

Standing there with him now felt like I was experiencing another death. Somehow, I had to find a way to say good-bye to him and to all of this—to bury our history deep in the ground. I reminded myself that it was impossible to go back. We weren't the same people we once were,

What if I take you apart and turn you into a toaster oven, how would you like that tin can?

I love you," she murmured. The words ... it was as though an entire sun had exploded in his chest. He'd been ridiculous. His thrashing thoughts, his grand confusion and torment and helplessness -- it was only love, had always been love, he supposed. It was no precipice he stood at, or rather precipices have little meaning when one finally acknowledges that one has wings. Connor stepped off. "I love you, too." Such grave, inadequate words for what it was he felt.

And this is the potency a first kiss should have: it should be earned. The moments leading up to it should be as tense as a crossbow drawn back. The reader should want it as badly as the hero and heroine, and feel as satisfied and transported and transformed as the hero and heroine in the wake of it. There are different ways to use kisses in a romance, but that first kiss is so meaningful, a pinnacle, and can be more intimate than sex.

she had lately come to understand injustice and tricks of fate, and how they could turn you into someone else completely, maybe even turn you into the person you were meant to be.

My room is cleared. My head is cleared. Earlier, around dawn, I took out the last load of trash. I look around and see what's left. Nothing. There is no more Daelyn Rice. As I was. As I am. Or will become. I'm a blank slate

What will I become? Because I won't be me any longer. That will be a relief. I dont want to be the helpless person I've always been.

If I could speak, I'd tell her, "What can happen in a few minutes changes you forever.

Lo que puede pasar en unos pocos minutos puede cambiarte para siempre.

She is me. I am her. I want to be her. I want to be Luna.

I'm strangling her. She's not the one I want to eliminate. All this suppressing and holding her down, keeping her caged, perpetuating this fraud, this sham. I can't do it anymore." He shook his head. "I can't." He raised his chin and looked at me. "It won't go away. No matter how much I wish, or pray, she's always with me. She is me. I am her. I want to be her. I want to be Luna." "You

in 1937, a schoolteacher in Pu'unene taught impoverished Japanese-American camp kids how to swim in the plantation's filthy irrigation ditches, and he challenged them to transform themselves into Olympians. That

Julie E. Czerneda

You have many flaws, he announced... "But there was one flaw that made all the other imperfections pale in comparison." "Was?" she asked. "I don't have this flaw any longer?" "No, you don't." "Pray tell," she muttered in exasperation, "what was this terrible flaw?" He grinned. "You used to be English.

I am going to shrink and shrink until I am a dry fall leaf, complete with a translucent spine and brittle veins, blowing away in a stiff wind, up, up, up into a crisp blue sky.

Only three weeks. Is that enough time to fix a person?

For years I've been trying to turn myself into someone I'm not. Because that's what Court wanted. But you get me. I can be the man I want to be with you—the man I'm meant to be. You needed me to be that man. I'm a cop. Always have been, always will be.

It was like love, he thought, this crumbling chapel: it has been complicated, and therefore perfected, by what time had done to it

He allowed himself to imagine for the first time that the rest of his life might not be shaped by the misery of his past.

He had the strange sensation of not knowing who he was, of having traveled off the map of his own existence.

Above ground, many of us are ungainly and awkward, slowing down with the years.... Down below, at the pool, we are restored to old youthful selves. Grey hairs vanish beneath dark blue swim caps. Brows unfurrow, limps disappear.

Two years ago, I was a twenty-nine year old secretary. Now I am a thirty-one year old writer. I get paid very well to sit around in my pajamas and type on my ridiculously fancy iMac, unless I'd rather take a nap. Feel free to hate me -- I certainly would.

There, I was just a secretary-shaped confederation of atoms, fighting the inevitability of mediocrity and decay. But here, in the Juliaverse... energy was never lost, merely converted from one form to another. Here, I took butter and cream and meat and eggs and I made delicious sustenance.