Quotes About Transformation

Have thine own way, Lord! Have thine own way! Thou art the Potter and I am the clay.

We become like dead branches and last year's leaves and what the hell good are we for ourselves and the world in a mental ghetto.

Gershon had never seen him so transformed, so possessed of open radiance, so easily moved by all around him, so hungry, so eager. The city was a woman, and he embraced it with all the tender and gentle adoration one brings to a first love.

An artist needs a broken world in order to have pieces to shape into art. . . . Comfort is death to art.

Basically it's none of our business how somebody manages to grow, if only he does grow, if only we're on the trail of the law of our own growth.

Each of us carries around those growing up places, the institutions, a sort of backdrop, a stage set. So often we act out the present against the backdrop of the past, within a frame of perception that is so familiar, so safe that is is terrifying to risk changing it even when we know our perceptions are distorted, limited, constricted by that old view.

The men I've been with have this idea to make me over. I feel like a rock in some boy's polishing kit. I go in dull, scratched up, and then rumble rumble whirr, I'm supposed to come out precious and sparkling again. Does it work? They seem to think so. How do you feel? I asked. A little smaller. (1998: 148- 149)

It turns out that we are one, if not ever how we expected. And it cannot matter that outwardly nothing has changed yet. Maybe we don't even expect it to...We may not soon be heeded, but at least we can feel the long-held rumbles, now open-throated, our lungs warmed and aching with this special use that we know may be poignant only to us. There was so little of this voicing before, and now that there is much more, we see it takes as many forms as there are people, though some don't easily align.

while it's easy to say this is a situation to be avoided, isn't this what we also fear and crave simultaneously, that some internal force which defies understanding might remake us into the people we dream we are?

The last time I wore an animal hide; but this time I settled for this. Eric had been wearing a long trench coat. Now he threw it off dramatically, and I could only stand and stare. Normally, Eric was a blue-jeans-and-T-shirt kind of guy. Tonight, he wore a pink tank top and Lycra leggings[...]They were pink and aqua, like the swirls down the side of Jason's truck.

Because he sounded so lost-the Eric I knew had never been one to do anything other than assume others should serve him-I patted around under the covers for his hand. When I found it, I slid my own over it. His palm was turned up to meet my palm, and his fingers clasped mine. And though I would not have thought it possible to go to sleep holding hands with a vampire, that's exactly what I did.

There's no way you can kill someone and get to the other side of the experience unchanged.

A year ago,' I said, 'you wouldn't have asked this of me.' 'A year ago,' he answered, 'you wouldn't have hesitated to drink.' I crossed to the desk and tossed it down.

What I think I'll do is I'll do my best to yank Debbie out of me by the roots. And then I'll turn up on your doorstep, one day when you least expect it, and I'll hope by then you will have given up on your vampire.

The full moon symbol on my calendar no longer seemed to be a period marking the end of something, but just another way of counting time.

So, on the whole, I'd have to say that no, people don't change, but they CAN learn to behave differently. I want to believe otherwise. If you have an argument that says I'm wrong, I'd be glad to hear it.

Why bother to change, if you can't change into a wolf?

It's my partner, he said, smiling. It didn't look easy for him, that smile, but it transformed him from a thin-faced freckled man with a blade of a nose to a man with sexiness to spare.

Why bother to change, if you can't change into a wolf?" I'd heard a Were say once.)

I had passed; I had become the thing that had happened to me.

You're like a rose blooming in an untended garden.

The vampire changed the music from some heavy metal thing to Sarah Mc-Lachlan's "Good Enough," which is slow, but with a beat.

on the whole," he continued, "I'd have to say no, people don't change, but they can learn to behave differently. I want to believe otherwise. If you have an argument that says I'm wrong, I'd be glad to hear it." We

Lizbeth," she said, and wrapped me in a hug, held me close and tight. "I am so glad to see you. I heard you had a bad time. I'm sorry about Tarken. And Galilee." Mom held me away from her, looked into my eyes. She rued what I'd become