Quotes About Transformation

ÅŸi v?zui un zbârc roÅŸ, Voia sângele s? i-l beie, Zilele s? i le ieie, Nici sângele n-ai s? i-l bei, C? eu cu acul oi descânta Cu m?tura oi m?tura, În trestie l-oi b?ga, Åži-n Dun?re l-oi arunca Åži Sanda de-acum o r?mânea Curat?!...

There are eras in which you can only move forward by going in the opposite direction.

Time turns into pleroma by the very fact of the incarnation of the divine Word: but this fact itself transfigures history.

ÎncercaÈ›i s? nu v? gândiÈ›i la voi. S? v? transformaÈ›i viaÈ›a în potire în care s? se adune alt? via??, mai plin?, mai uman?. Când aveÈ›i de f?cut un lucru, gândiÈ›i-v? la ceea ce trebuie f?cut, nu la cine îl face. IgnoraÈ›i cu furie fructul actelor voastre. S? nu v? intereseze dac? un lucru e apreciat, e recompensat, e premiat. TreceÈ›i peste el îndat? ce l-aÈ›i f?cut.

The term initiation in the most general sense denotes a body of rites and oral teachings whose purpose is to produce a decisive alteration in the religious and social status of the person to be initiated.

Hay épocas en las que sólo puedes avanzar yendo en la dirección opuesta

Primitive hunters5 regard animals as similar to men but endowed with supernatural powers; they believe that a man can change into an animal and vice versa; that the souls of the dead can enter animals; finally, that mysterious relations exist between a certain person and a certain animal (this used to be termed "nagualism").

Following Osiris' example, and with his help, the dead are able to transform themselves into "souls," that is, into perfectly integrated and hence indestructible spiritual beings. Murdered and dismembered, Osiris was "reconstituted" by Isis and reanimated by Horus. In this way he inaugurated a new mode of existence: from a powerless shade, he became a "person" who "knows," a duly initiated spiritual being.

Alchemy was not an embryonic chemistry; it was a discipline bound up with a different system of significances and pursuing a different end.

She was a strange, unsettled planet that had had once sustained life. She was a language that I had thought I almost understood even though I couldn't speak it. She hadn't always been this way. She used to wear high knee socks and short shorts and tube tops, and travel everywhere on roller skates.

Els coneixements tenen fluïdesa, canvien, els fets canvien, es converteixen en no fets.

Doncs sí, dic. Els humans perdem més o menys vint quilos de pell durant tota la vida, la renovem completament cada mes. […] L'Ona […] diu que si el que he explicat jo és cert, la pell que elles, les dones, tenien en el moment dels assalts, ara ja ha desaparegut, ja ha mudat. Somriu.

És veritat, diu la Mariche. No tenim pas la intenció de travessar el planeta. I per què no?, replica l'Ona. I afegeix una dada interessant. Sabíeu, diu, que el període de migració de les papallones i dels espiadimonis és tan llarg que sovint només arriben al destí marcat els nets d'aquestes espècies?

Did you know, she says, that the migration period of butterflies and dragonflies is so long that it is often only the grandchildren who arrive at the intended destination.

Someone has been sawing off all the branches of the tree outside my dining room window. I like to sit in my T-shirt and panties at the dining room table first thing in the morning and listen to the uneaten mourning doves and write. The branches covered virtually the entire window and prevented the neighbors from seeing me sitting here in my underwear. But now the branches are coming away one by one and revealing me to my neighbors slowly like a puzzle taking shape.

On nema snage da se otme svemu oko sebe i da otpo?ne nešto novo sa sobom i sa životom oko sebe.

This is why we believe in Jesus Christ—to help us see that we are not what we ought to be and to help us become what we ought to be.

There is no such thing as 'too late' in life.

You knew me. You knew that person, but you don't know the person I'm trying to become... You are not your past!

Sometimes, they say, the moon is so busy with the new souls of the world that it disappears from the sky. That is why we have moonless nights. But in the end, the moon always returns, as do we all.

In every artist's life, there comes a person who lifts the curtain on creativity. It is the closest you come to seeing me again. The first time, when you emerge from the womb, I am a brilliant color in the rainbow of human talents from which you choose. Later, when a special someone lifts the curtain, you feel that chosen talent stirring inside you, a bursting passion to sing, paint, dance, bang on drums. And you are never the same.

Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that's all.

Remember me for these days, not the old ones.

O amor perdido não deixa de ser amor. Apenas assume uma forma diferente. Não conseguimos ver o sorriso da pessoa amada, ou levar-lhe comida, ou mexer-lhe nos cabelos, ou rodopiar com ela numa pista de dança. Mas quando esses sentimentos enfraquecem, há outro que se sublime. A memória. A memória torna-se nossa companheira. Alimenta-nos. A vida tem um fim. Mas o Amor não.