Quotes About Transformation

is the new stability.

It is quite uninteresting; that is why one comes out. — Temeraire, on being inside an egg

Some sorcerers get an affinity for weather magic, or transformation spells, or fantastic combat magics like dear Orion. I got an affinity for mass destruction.

They come and go like seasons, the winter that gives no thought to the spring.

When I say us, what I mean is them. I felt fine. No; I felt like I'd woken up after a long sleep and had a good workout in the fresh air and a really nice stretch and was now contemplating with interest the idea of a hearty lunch. Sitting on edge in a classroom for hours surrounded by fluffy peeping freshmen waiting for one mal to pop out at me: nightmarish. Summoning a river of magma to instantly vaporize twenty-seven carefully designed attacks at once: nothing to it.

Fear and work weren't all bad, as companions went. They were both better than loneliness, and the deeper fears, the worse ones that I knew would come true: that I wouldn't see my mother and father for ten years, that I'd never live again in my own home, never run wild in the woods again, that whatever strange alchemy acted on the Dragon's girls would soon begin to take hold of me, and make me into someone I wouldn't recognize at the end of it.

as though the magic had burned off like the liquor on a pudding.

magic that came only when you made some larger version of yourself with words and promises, and then stepped inside and somehow grew to fill it.

My head ached worst of all, some part of me tethered back to the valley, stretched out of recognizable shape and trying to make sense of myself when I was so far from anything I knew.

Nothing changed outwardly, and yet in his essentials he felt as wholly altered as if he had been reborn, since the last time he had set foot upon the deck of a ship: a tide coming in, high and fast, which had swept clean the sand.

high magic: magic that came only when you made some larger version of yourself with words and promises, and then stepped inside and somehow grew to fill it.

Nuestro sino es marcharnos [...]. No hemos de quedarnos para siempre.

I put my fingers up to brush the fine links. Even lying on my skin, it still felt cool to the touch, and when I looked at myself in the mirror, in the glass I was not standing in my father's study. I was in a grove of dark winter trees, under a pale grey sky, and I could almost feel the snow falling onto my skin.

Later our dreams begin catching fire around the edges, they burn like paper, we wake with our hands full of ash.

We dropped our troubles into the lap of the storyteller, and they turned into someone else's.

Skin had hope, that's what skin does. Heals over the scarred place, makes a road.

To know the difference, you must run this mountain without pause. In the evening or the afternoon, you must cross the first fields waking to your footsteps, stormwashed at the foothills. In the evening or the afternoon, in the closing of a shadowline, you must read aloud the reddened last words of this canyon's leaves to the trees that clap their hands.

I'm the sea, I'm not afraid of the storm. The sea's dream is always turbulence. If I don't have waves and storms, I won't be the sea anymore. I'll be the pond— and stinking.

so many things frowned upon in the early days that shaped us

Last night I dreamed—blessed illusion— that I had a beehive here in my heart and that the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey from my old failures. — Naomi Shihab Nye, Honeybee: Poems (HarperCollins, 2009)

Hair, pulled back or braided. Maybe it was time for a big trim. At certain points things weighed you down.

At least a third of a woman's life is marked with aging; about a third of her body is made of fat. Both symbols are being transformed into operable condition-- so that women will only feel healthy if we are two thirds of the women we could be. How can an ideal be about women if it is defined as how much of a female sexual characteristic does not show on her body, and how much of a female life does not show on her face?

they keep women consuming their advertisers products in pursuit of the total personal transformation in status that the consumer society offers men in the form of money.

First comes thought; then organization of that thought, into ideas and plans; then transformation of those plans into reality. The beginning, as you will observe, is in your imagination.