Quotes About Transformation

The next day he woke up feeling like he'd been unshackled from his fat, like he'd been washed clean from his misery, and for a long time he couldn't remember why he felt this way, and then he said her name.

But that was before she'd gotten that chest, before that slash of black hair had gone from something to pull on the bus to something to stroke in the dark.

I always thought of myself as the Kaneda of our dyad, but here I was playing Tetsuo.

Nunca son los cambios que queremos los que cambian todo.

Hers was the generation that would launch the Revolution, but which for the moment was turning blue for want of air. The generation reaching consciousness in a society that lacked any. The generation that despite the consensus that declared change impossible hankered for change all the same.

This is the perfect place for insight, for a person to become somebody better.

Hers was the generation that would launch the Revolution, but which for the moment was turning blue for want of air.

He was like all boys: beautiful and callow, and like an insect he couldn't sit still.

the squares on your abdomen have been reabsorbed, like tiny islands in a rising sea of lard.

Just ten minutes, but everything was different now. He was different, the world was different. His father was nowhere in it. And with that, tears came to his eyes.

But she wasn't a little girl, she was a beautiful woman, tall and lovely, with tresses of black hair that curved like cupped hands around her face.

By the time they were done Peter realized that something significant had occurred, an acknowledgment that once made, could not be unmade. The body they had buried might have been a viral, but the person they had buried was a man.

His son's transformation cannot be stopped, or hastened, or adjusted; the man he will become is already present, like a form emerging from a slab of stone. All that remains is to watch it happen.

Thirty-two minutes for one world to die, another to be born

What was childhood if not a passage from light to dark, of the soul's slow drowning in an ocean of ordinary matter?

We search for ourselves in our surroundings, and everything I saw was either brand-new or falling apart. Most

It was as if he had lived all of his twenty-six years within an artificially narrow bandwidth of his potential personhood, only to have the scales fall abruptly from his eyes.

The restraints were nothing, like paper. The rivets popped from the table and shot across the room. First his arms and then his legs. The room was dark but hid nothing from his eyes, because the darkness was part of him now. And inside him, far down, a great devouring hunger uncoiled itself. To eat the very world. To take it all inside him and be filled by it, made whole. To make the world eternal, as he was.

as the years had passed

What strange places our lives can carry us to, what dark passages.

It happened fast. Thirty-two minutes for one world to die, another to be born.

Before she became the Girl from Nowhere-the One Who Walked In, the First and Last and Only, who lived a thousand years-she was just a little girl in Iowa, named Amy. Amy Harper Bellafonte.

Justina Chen

I saw Mom the way she had been and could have been and was becoming in these days free of Dad.