Quotes About Transformation

Rompe las cadenas de tu pensamiento, y romperás también las cadenas de tu cuerpo

You are life, inventing form. No more can you die on sword or years than you can die on doorways through which you walk, one room into another. Every room gives its word for you to speak, every passage its song for you to sing.

Tienes idea de cuántas vidas debimos cruzar antes de que lográramos la primera idea de que hay más en la vida que comer, luchar o alcanzar poder en la Bandada? ¡Mil vidas, Juan, diez mil! Y luego cien vidas más hasta que empezáramos a aprender que hay algo llamado perfección, y otras cien para comprender que la meta de la vida es encontrar esa perfección y reflejarla.

Your whole body, from wingtip to wingtip," Jonathan would say, other times, "is nothing more than your thought itself, in a form you can see. Break the chains of your thought, and you break the chains of your body, too….

Do you have any idea how many lives we must have gone through before we even got the first idea that there is more to life than eating, or fighting, or power in the Flock? A thousand lives, Jon, ten thousand!… We choose our next world through what we learn in this one…

A thousand lives, Jon, ten thousand! And then another hundred lives until we began to learn that there is such a thing as perfection, and another hundred again to get the idea that our purpose for living is to find that perfection and show it forth. The same rule holds for us now, of course: we choose our next world through what we learn in this one. Learn nothing, and the next world is the same as this one, all the same limitations and lead weights to overcome.

You gave your life to become you are right now. Was it worth it?

Do you have any idea how many lives we must have gone through before we even got the first idea that there is more to life than eating, or fighting, or power in the Flock?

What'll be your biography? At that point, life seemed pretty bleak. Then (insert  your name) did a surprising thing...

Until he found that bird, life would remain gray and bleak, illogical, without purpose; every seagull would remain a coincidental collection of blood and feathers pointed toward oblivion.

Ed era l'ora, sì di andare a casa. Abbracciò con un ultimo sguardo il suo cielo, i magnifici campi del cielo, dove aveva imparato molte cose. «Sono pronto» disse alfine. E il gabbiano Jonathan Livingston fece prua verso l'alto, scortato da quei due splendidi uccelli, e scomparvero insieme nella notte.

Sevgi gerçeÄŸinin her daim etraf?n?zda olduÄŸunu ve öÄŸrendiklerinizle dünyan?z? dönüÅŸtürme gücüne her an sahip olduÄŸunuzu bilin.

Because fear is ugly and joy is beautiful, simple as that? Maybe so. Nothing so pretty as vanished fear.

Gece vakti bir mart?n?n yeri k?y?d?r ve Jonathan o andan itibaren s?radan bir mart? olmaya and içti.

True, the same young Jonathan Seagull was there that had always lived behind his golden eyes, but the outer form had changed.

True, the same young Jonathan Seagull was there that had always lived behind his golden eyes, but the outer form had changed. It felt like a seagull body, but already it flew far better than his old one had ever flown.

Tienes idea de cuántas vidas debimos cruzar antes de que lográramos la primera idea de que hay más en la vida que comer, luchar o alcanzar poder en la Bandada? ¡Mil vidas, Juan, diez mil! Y luego cien vidas más hasta que empezamos a aprender que hay algo llamado perfección, y otras cien para comprender que la meta de la vida es encontrar esa perfección y reflejarla.

La oruga llama fin del mundo a lo que el resto del mundo llama mariposa.

Everything that limits us we have to put aside

Felaket, deÄŸiÅŸimdir. Üzerine bol gelen, kapüÅŸonlu bir giysinin içindeki f?rsatt?r o.

Two years ago. To the best of my recollection, that was about the time I started to lose my mind.

Burn all the maps to your body. I'm not here of my own choosing.

Her hand had a lot of strength gained through the process of gentleness.

Finding is Losing Something Else" Finding is losing something else. I think about, perhaps even mourn, what I lost to find this. in A Taste of the Taste of Brautigan," California Living (16 May 1971)