Quotes About Transformation

His hands may have been the one to heal you, but it will be mine that awaken you.

Yes. And when a rake finally falls, he falls forever.

My life was dark, torture and empty before you found me. You brought the light, Red. I love you.

But because of you, I learned to love and not fear. Because of you, I can be loved and not be tormented. Because of you, I feel like a woman and not a victim.

Maybe, if you can't get someone out of your head they were never meant to leave. Perhaps, they were meant to help change you into the person you have been waiting to become.

He lifted himself out of the darkness of his fears, into a bright new world of possibility.

Time moves on for us, for you it stands still. You will be forever ageless as we grow old, your smile will never wrinkle, nor will that shine in your eyes fade..

When I think of Simone now, I think of butterfly wings. Beautiful and excruciatingly delicate. Touch them once and they might disintegrate.

She's fire...but she will not burn you. She knows all too well how it feels to live with ashes.

I danced with my shadows until they became part of my light.

There is no need to live in darkness.

How can I make you the vessel of the Void? What kind of love would that be?""The greatest kind of all.

She'd created her own hell, and now that she had learned to control her fear, she knew how to create her own paradise.

...you found me in my lonely labyrinth and like Beatrice, led me out of my own hell...

And if not for the caterpillars and butterflies, who will I talk to? You'll be far away. And as for larger creatures, I'm not afraid. I have my thorns...to protect me.

Because…sometimes I think you meet people and they make you better, even if you're not with them forever.

He stumbled out of his phlegmatic apathy, when she entered his life like an epiphany.

You'll never get a new ending if you keep starting with the same tired beginning.

Birthing hope from the madnessthat perches on the fenceof our once perfectdreams.

I believe in romance... in playfulness... in passion... in expressing feelings... in friendship... in all the ways love heals, nourishes, and transforms "you" and "me" into an "us".

hardly had my knife severed the head of each, before the whole body began to melt away and crumble into its native dust, as though the death that should have come centuries ago had at last assert himself and say at once and loud, I am here!

When Mrs. Harker came in to see me this afternoon she wasn't the same. It was like tea after the teapot has been watered.

Lucy Westenra, but yet how changed. The sweetness was turned to adamantine, heartless cruelty, and the purity to voluptuous wantonness.

All Lucy's loveliness had come back to her in death, and the hours that had passed, instead of leaving traces of 'decay's effacing fingers', had but restored the beauty of life, till positively I could not believe my eyes that I was looking at a corpse. The Professor looked sternly grave. He had not loved