Quotes About Transformation

Ä°nsan neye dönüÅŸtüÄŸünü fark etmeyince, rengini de fark etmiyor

Beautiful Girl, wake the fuck up, can't eviscerate essential self.

Love? Can I even feel it anymore? I've hated everyone and everything around me since the moment I began to change. I ran from those who cared about me. I concede it's possible my hatred hastened the changes, fed the wrong things, starved the right ones. But love? To feel it here and now? I'm not sure it's even possible. Och, but of course it is.

I stood staring at myself in the mirror trying to reconcile dual images. I was hunting the monster that had killed my sister. I was the monster that had killed his brother.

It wasn't an 'event.' It was a motherfucking revelation.

I thought I was in Hell. Then I found out what Hell really was.

All I can think is: His head is gone and I don't know how to merge with the Book.

As he fills me I wonder if – in the same way that sex makes its own unique perfume – we don't really "make" love. As in create, manufacture, evoke an independent element in the air around us, and if enough of us did it really well, for real, not just for the hell of it, we could change the world.

Study the terrain. If you can't move yourself, find something that moves the world.

my hair was a mass of tangled curls just like the old days, minus

To one who stopped living a millennium ago, I say, "Show me how to live.

But Band-Aids for my disease aren't what I'm after. I want a surgeon to perform an operation that leaves a deep incision where something nasty used to be, followed by a scar to remind me every day that it's over and I survived.

Some of us are born more than once. Some of us re-create ourselves many times.

Criminally young, he charged, and I can't argue. But I can change.

Kahlil Gibran says Your joy can fill you only as deeply your sorrow has carved you.

I will wear any skin to get in.

I wept for me, for my sister, for things I couldn't even begin to put into words, and might never be able to explain. But it felt something like this: I used to walk on my feet. Now all I knew how to do was crawl. And I wasn't sure how long it was going to take for me to get up off my knees and regain my balance, but I suspected that when I did, I would never walk the same way again.

I like that about you. Waves are banal. Tsunamis reshape the Earth. Under the right circumstances, even entire civilizations.

Virginia, the heroine in The 10th Kingdom

Can there be any act of creation that does not first destroy? Villages fall. Cities rise. Humans die. Life springs from the soil wherein they lie. Is not any act of destruction, should Time enough pass, an act of creation?

Champions don't spring from happy childhoods. They explode from tortured ones with a mile-wide dark streak they've learned to use for good.

Snip. Snip. Snip. I stand perfectly still while he works (chin tucked down so the ends will blend better), then braid my much shorter hair and weapon up.

I turned and stared into the mirror. The reflection of a stranger stared back. I touched my face in the reflection. No, she wasn't a stranger. She was a woman who'd stepped out of her comfort zone in order to survive, who'd become a fighter. I liked the woman I saw in the looking glass.

She's going to burn herself to ash if she doesn't find someone or something that takes her all the way down to ground zero and recharges her.