Quotes About Transformation

Above all, her transformation of China was carried out without her engaging in violence and with relatively little upheaval.

Her changes were dramatic and yet gradual, seismic and yet astonishingly bloodless.

The great sadness cleansed me of the foul elements that had accumulated in my heart and body.

Pero cuando, sustituidas éstas (las lámparas eléctricas con pantalla de papel) por los candelabros, de luz todavía más tenue, se observan las bandejas y boles bajo el parpadeo de la trémula llama, se descubre cómo el brillo de todos esos objetos lacados, hondo y espeso como las aguas de un estanque, va revistiéndose de un encanto completamente diferente al que había mostrado hasta entonces.

In order to write the book you want to write, in the end you have to become the person you need to become to write that book.

Jay-Z told me once that one of his buddies from the Marcy Projects, in Brooklyn, said to him, Man, you've changed. And he replied, You're goddamn right. You act like I've been busting my ass to stay the same.

The change in the sand corresponded to a change in himself. Perhaps, along with the water in the sand, he had found a new self.

InocenÅ£a ei feminin? îl preschimbase într-un duÅŸman.

I had a terribly bad aftertaste. Just making my face look as if it were new, with my memories and my habits unchanged, was quite like dipping up water with a bottomless dipper. Since I had put a mask over my face, I needed one that would fit my heart. If possible, I wanted to be so perfect in my inventions and my acting as to be undetectable even by a lie detector.

Ar fi greu s? înfrunÅ£i natura încercînd s? prefaci o pant? blînd? într-una abrupt?.

my hopes changed into a heap of shapeless rags, like seaweed pulled out of the water.

Surely the mask and tattooing have a surprising element in common: they both seek to bring about a transformation by obliterating the real skin. But of course, there were points of difference too. Fundamentally the mask was something removable, but tattooing was assimilated and incorporated into the skin. The mask, moreover, furnished an evasion of reality, but tattooing, of course, was an effort to make oneself obvious and showy.

When man evolved from the monkey, he did not do so by his use of tools, as is usually claimed, but because he had come to distinguish himself from monkeys by his face.

when I returned to my room, took off the mask, washed away the adhesive material, and again looked at my real face, the merciless scar webs seemed less real. The mask had already become just as real as the webs, and if the mask was a temporary form, so were the webs. Apparently the mask was safely beginning to take root on my face.

Al no encontrar alimento en el mundo exterior, el hombre lo debe buscar en su interior; si no se consigue lo que se desea, se transforma en un ser que deja de desear, en lugar de persistir en el deseo.

Every inch of me had been cut, filed, steamed, exfoliated, polished, painted, or moisturized. I didn't look a thing like Opal Mehta. Opal Mehta didn't own five pairs of shoes so expensive they could have been traded in for a small sailboat. She didn't wear makeup or Manolo Blahniks or Chanel sunglasses or Habitual jeans or La Perla bras. She never owned enough cashmere to make her concerned for the future of the Kazakhstani mountain goat population. I was turning into someone else.

Von einem gewissen Punkt an gibt es keine Rückkehr mehr. Dieser Punkt ist zu erreichen Aphorism N. 5

Change back to your ugly self before I change your face for you," Logan said, Silver Frost.

Things change, Briony. You can't stop them, and you'll drive yourself crazy if you try.

How can I—how can an insignificant little dewdrop on the grass ever aspire to the sun? How would it ever come to pass?" "Indeed; there's no comparing them, after all. But the dewdrop does capture the vast, seething ball of fire within itself, doesn't it?

How quickly children grow! They are infants -- you look away a minute and in that time they have left their babyhood behind.

When the horror recedes and the world resumes its normal shape, you cannot forget it. You have seen what is really there, the empty horror that exists when the consoling illusion of our mundane experience is stripped away, so you can never respond to the world in quite the same way again. from Coleridge: Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread

It is always tempting to try to shut out the suffering that is an inescapable part of the human condition, but once it has broken through the cautionary barricades we have erected against it, we can never see the world in the same way again.

A gentleman is not born but crafted. He had to work on himself in the same way as a sculptor shaped a rough stone and made it a thing of beauty.