Quotes About Transformation

Oh, estar enamorado ha hecho de mí un hombre nuevo! ¡La fuerza del amor es algo tremendo! El amor es algo que... transforma el mundo entero

Everyone should know nowadays the unimportance of the photographic art: that truth, life, or reality is an organic thing which the poetic imagination can represent or suggest, in essence, only through transformation, through changing into other forms than those which were merely present in appearance.

BRICK: Well, they say nature hates a vacuum, Big Daddy. BIG DADDY: That's what they say, but sometimes I think that a vacuum is a hell of a lot better than some of the stuff that nature replaces it with.

Humanity is just a work in progress.

We pray to God from where we are, not from where we consider we should be. And God, who knows us where we are, can lead us to where we can be.

The human is not a fixed entity from the beginning but, along with the rest of creation, is in the process of becoming.

Even as the nineteenth century had to come to grips with the notion of human descent from apes, we must now come to terms with the fact that those apes were stoned apes.

Time will perfect matter.

It is of the first order of importance to remember this, that the shaman is more than merely a sick man, or a madman; he is a sick man who has healed himself, who is cured, and who must shamanize in order to remain cured.

The monkey body has carried us to this moment of release, but we are coming more and more to exist in a world made by the human imagination.

Memories do not change, and change is the law of existence. If our dead, the closest, the most beloved, were to return to us after a long absence and instead of the old, familiar trees were to find in our souls English gardens and stone walls -- that is to say, other loves, other tastes, other interests, they would gaze upon us sadly and tenderly for a moment, wiping away their tears, and then return to their tombs to rest.

I am the one who needs rescuing. Save me (…) Save me from going back to being the man I was before I came here. Save me from all the years of loneliness I'll have to endure without you in my arms. Save me from spending the rest of my life longing for a woman I can never have.

As he shook off his servant's grip and staggered heavily to his feet, the sunlight streaming through the outside door struck him full in the face. Samantha gasped. A fresh scar, still red and angry, bisected the corner of his left eye and descended down his cheek in a jagged lightning bolt, drawing the skin around it taut. It had once been an angel's face with the sort of masculine beauty reserved only for princes and seraphim.

Well, he said softly, in this life you're often born one thing and die another. You don't have to accept that what you're given when you come in is all you'll have when you leave.

Life just swept you along and never took you back to where you had been.

Hurt gives way to bitterness, bitterness to anger. Travel too far that road and the way is lost.' He

Travel down that road far enough and you forget entirely where you came from. The journey becomes the destination in a twisted sort of way.

A revolution which can transform modes of production but not types of speech, social relations but not styles of architecture, remains radically incomplete.

A different future has to be the future of this particular present. And most of the present is made up of the past. We have nothing with which to fashion a future other than the few, inadequate tools we have inherited from our history. And these tools are tainted by the legacy of wretchedness and exploitation by which they descend to us.

Marxists want nothing more than to stop being Marxists. In this respect, being a Marxist is nothing like being a Buddhist or a billionaire.

To call ourselves historical beings is to say that we are constitutively capable of self-transcendence, becoming at one with ourselves only in death.

Devriminiz ad?na korkuyorum beyefendiciÄŸim; çünkü henüz uçar? olmay? öÄŸrenememiÅŸsiniz

Others made you into who you were. You made yourself into what you have become.

We don't want to lose you Lord Rahl. We don't want to go back to way things were. She sounded on the verge of tears. We like being able to do simple things, like make a joke, and laugh. We could never do such things before. We always lived in fear that if we said the wrong thing we would be beaten, or worse. Now that we have seen another way, we don't want to go back to that. If you throw your life away for the Midlands, then we will.- Cara