Quotes About Transformation

She doesn't know how to answer the man's question about why she snuck into the conch. She just feels like there's something she needs to protect. Some larval understanding, something cocooned inside her, that seems to get unspun and exploded with each passing year. Big Red curls up in a cold recess of the conch. That's the way to do it, the grown-up voices whisper. Wear your skeleton on the inside out, and keep your insect heart secret.

I believe I met my mother there, in the final instant. Not her ghost but some vaster portion of her, her self boundlessly recharged beneath the water. Her courage. In the cave I think she must have lent me some of it, because the strength I felt then was as huge as the sun. The yellow inside you that makes you want to live. I believe that she was the pulse and bloom that forced me toward the surface.

But if it turns out that she really can adjust them from without? Reshuffle the deck of his past, leave a few cards out, sub in several from a sunnier suit, where was the harm in that? Harm had to be the opposite, didn't it? Letting the earliest truth metastasize into something that might kill you? The gangrenous spread of one day throughout the life span of a body— wasn't that something worth stopping?

Sand, sand, sand—all that pulverized time. Eons ago, the world's burst hourglass spilled its contents here; now the years pile and spin, waiting with inhuman patience to be swept into some future ocean.

You can always put balsamic vinaigrette on salted meat and sort of pretend it's a salad.

Nal had begun to sense that his life had jumped the rails—and then right at his nadir, he'd agreed to an "avant" haircut performed by Cousin Steve.

I have risen as far as this world will permit me to go," the doctor told the empty cave. "To travel farther, must I also invert myself entirely?

Sometimes you are able to keep moving because you are not really yourself anymore. Your entire brain can shrink to one pinhead of cognition, one star in a night.

Sand, sand, sand—all that pulverized time. Eons ago, the world's burst hourglass spilled its contents here; now the years pile and spin, waiting with inhuman patience to be swept into some future ocean. Sand washes right up to the paved road, washes over to the other side in a solid orange current, illuminated by their headlights.

It occurred to me that, given the life span of a moth, one kid's twitch must take a year to complete.

She doesn't know how to answer the man's question about why she snuck into the conch. She just feels like there's something she needs to protect. Some larval understanding, something cocooned inside her, that seems to get unspun and exploded with each passing year... That's the way to do it , the grown up voices whisper. Wear your skeleton on the inside out, and keep your insect heart secret.

You know what's sexy? A person who's been through a life challenge, and comes out with insights, more depth, and a fiery passion to face forward, forward, forward!

Throw out old clothes and shoes, and train your brain to get rid of old thoughts and ideas.

Sometimes you're taken into troubled waters not to drown but to be cleansed

Rewrite your tale of woe as a tale of wow

When your world gets turned upside down view it from a new perspective

It is what it is--but you have the power to turn it into an isn't-so-bad

In Hinduism, Shiva is a deity who represents transformation. Through destruction and restoration, Shiva reminds us that endings are beginnings, and that our world is constantly undergoing a cycle of birth, death and rebirth.

When I think back to who I was just a few years ago, I realize, proudly, how much my challenges have empowered me to grow.

It is often your deepest pain which empowers you to grow to your highest self

The Dalai Lama said, "If you are mindful of death, it will not come as a surprise — you will not be anxious. You will feel that death is merely like changing your clothes." Finally we can let go of all responsibility for making things happen and acknowledge that we lived life as a gift. It has meaning.

Death isn't the problem. Fear is. And fear is something we create." Julia Assante, The Last Frontier: Exploring the Afterlife and Transforming Our Fear

Miles and years become suddenly invisible when you find yourself back where you started from, as if you've learned nothing and you are once again the person you once were.

Adversity in life does not rob your heart of beauty. It simply teaches it a new song to sing.