Quotes About Transformation

I believe, as the Reb once told me, that, with a little faith, people can fix things, and they truly can change, because at that moment, you could not believe otherwise.

You did this, too? he finally said. You met five people? She nodded. A different five people, he said. She nodded again. And they explained everything? And it made a difference? She smiled. All the difference. She touched his chin. And then I waited for you.

He cut his hair. Like Samson pulling the pillars down around him, Frankie crumbled all the things he'd become attached to in an effort to be free of them.

But do not misunderstand - I turned him to stone from compassion. Stone men have stone hearts, and stone hearts cannot be wounded or broken. I would show you the same compassion, if you wish it.

when you read a book, what you see are black squiggles on pulped wood or, increasingly, dark pixels on a pale screen. To transform these icons into characters and events, you must imagine. And when you imagine, you create. It's in reading that a book becomes a book, and in each of a million different readings a book becomes one of a million different books[…]

In the history of the evolution of the family, you and the millions of other migrants like you represent an ongoing proliferation of the nuclear. It is an explosive transformation, the supportive, stifling, stabilizing bonds of extended relationships weakening and giving way, leaving in their wake insecurity, anxiety, productivity, and potential.

They try to resist change. Power comes from becoming change.

Wings that had been growing for years stretched and pushed and I found myself flying.

I feel the illusion I've twirled around me like a sari start to come undone and fall to my feet.

I'm more unsettled than nervous. It's like I'm an oyster. I've had this sharp speck inside me for a long time, and I've been trying to make it more comfortable, so slowly I've turned it into a pearl.

From a distance she might be mistaken for a very young woman, while the maid seemed to have aged doubly, perhaps for them both, as if her occupation had been to age, to exchange the magic of months for bank notes and food.

Power comes from becoming change

To Nadia, Saeed was if anything more handsome than he had been before, his hard work and gauntness suiting him, giving him a contemplative air, making out of his boyishness a man of substance.

But when you read a book, what you see are black squiggles on pulped wood or, increasingly, dark pixels on a pale screen. To transform these icons into characters and events, you must imagine. And when you imagine, you create. It's

She had bumped me out of the center of my world. I'd become a baby person, and it felt good, better than what had come before.

Perhaps they had grasped that the doors could not be closed, and new doors would continue to open, and they had understood that the denial of coexistence would have required one party to cease to exist, and the extinguishing party too would have been transformed in the process, and too many native parents would not after have been able to look their children in the eye, to speak with head held high of what their generation had done.

There is no more Angel!

The trouble with serenity is that it can turn. The trees seem to lose their souls and look again like painted scenery.

Suddenly, she was gripped by the idea that if she changed her clothes her entire life would change as well.

Joe sighed. "I just thought that if I moved away, if I physically removed myself…" "This thought arises, naturally," said Sandor. "But here's something I've learned from my patients over the years, especially the drug addicts who often drifted from place to place, town to town, looking for somewhere their lives would be different. What they taught me is that wherever you go, there you are. What you seek to leave behind is something inside you.

His cheeks were all pinked up. Travel agreed with him, and she might have known: people like Quinn, always running from themselves, loved the road.

each chime pecking a pinhole in the sheeted dark until the last layers shred completely and the light pours in and in.

Femina92 from fe minus

People try to get out of themselves and to escape from the man. This is folly; instead of transforming themselves into angels, they turn into beast; instead of lifting, they degrade themselves. These transcendental humors frighten me, like lofty and inaccessible heights.