Quotes About Transformation

I have felt lately, more and more, that my present way of living is bad in every respect.

Love is a possible strength in an actual weakness. Marriage transforms a distraction into a support, the power of which should be, and happily often is, in direct proportion to the degree of imbecility it supplants.

Time changes everything except something within us which is always surprised by change.

There was a change in Boldwood's exterior from its former impassibleness; and his face showed that he was now living outside his defences for the first time, and with a fearful sense of exposure. It is the usual experience of strong natures when they love.

But a new thing, a great hitch, had happened yesterday in the gliding and noiseless current of his life, and he felt as a snake must feel who has sloughed off its winter skin, and cannot understand the brightness and sensitiveness of its new one.

All things merge in one another - good into evil, generosity into justice, religion into politics...

But nothing is more insidious than the evolution of wishes from mere fancies, and of wants from mere wishes.

They had done nothing but wait, and had become poetical. How easy to the smallest building; how impossible to most men.

Phases of her childhood lurked in her aspect still. As she walked along to-day, for all her bouncing handsome womanliness, you could sometimes see her twelfth year in her cheeks, or her ninth sparkle from her eyes; and even her fifth would flit over the curves of her mouth now and then. Yet

She could have never believed in the morning that her colorless inner world would before night become as animated as water under a microscope.

He had passed through an ordeal of wretchedness which had given him more than it had taken away. He had lost all he possessed of worldly property; he had sunk from his modest elevation down to a lower ditch than that from which he had started; but he had now a dignified calm he had never known before and that indifference to fate. And thus the abasement had been an exaltation and the loss gain.

Marriage transforms a distraction into a support, the power of which should be, and happily often is, in direct proportion to the degree of imbecility it supplants.

And winter, which modifies the note of such trees as shed their leaves, does not destroy its individuality.

Poi si faceva più chiaro, e i suoi lineamenti diventavano semplicemente femminili, cambiandosi da quelli di una divinità capace di dare la beatitudine in quelli di un essere che agognava di possederla

Proud Songsters The thrushes sing as the sun is going, And the finches whistle in ones and pairs, And as it gets dark loud nightingales In bushes Pipe, as they can when April wears, As if all Time were theirs. These are brand-new birds of twelve-months' growing, Which a year ago, or less than twain, No finches were, nor nightingales, Nor thrushes, But only particles of grain, And earth, and air, and rain.

What was the past to me as soon as I met you? It was a dead thing altogether. I became another woman, filled full of new life from you. How could I be the early one? Why do you not see this? Dear, if you would only be a little more conceited, and believe in yourself so far as to see that you was strong enough to work this change in me, you would perhaps be in a mind to come to me, your poor wife.

I thought you were the ghost of yourself.

Era caduto dal suo modesto trono di re pastore fin giù, negli abissi melmosi di Siddim; ma gli erano rimaste una calma dignitosa che non aveva mai conosciuto prima e quell'indifferenza al destino che, benché spesso faccia dell'uomo un violento, diversamente è la base della sua sublimazione. Insomma, la sua caduta in basso era diventata un'ascesa, la perdita un guadagno.

Il cuore di un amante è paragonabile alle ere geologiche della terra, come ci è stato talvolta descritto dal nostro illustre Presidente; un carbone prima ardente, poi caldo, poi una cenere tiepida, poi fredda.

He could feed the caterpillar, he could whisper through the chrysalis; what hatched out followed its own nature and was beyond him.

Dolarhyde bore screams as a sculptor bears dust from the beaten stone.

Before his Becoming, he would not have dared any of this. Now he realized he could do anything. Anything. Anything.

It was as though committing murders had purged him of lesser rudeness.

There was a time when he would have apologized for disturbing the man and never come back to the newsstand. For years he had taken shit unlimited from people. Not anymore.