Quotes About Transformation

How did your day go?" "I got some head. It was vamp, but still." I stared at her. Kate was the last person I would have expected to make that joke. Well, someone had loosened up since mating. "That good, huh." "Yup.

Adapt or die," Helen said. "It's impossible to stop change," Maud said. "It's the nature of life. Those who refuse to adapt will eventually die out. But before they do, they will get nasty. They might even hate you.

There are some women who'd be offended in my place," I told him. "I'm not helpless and I turn into a monster." "Maybe I'm afraid and I want company." He pretended to shiver. "I may need a big strong monster to protect me. You wouldn't leave a defenseless attractive man out on the streets alone, would you?

Saved by the Sith.

He smiled at me, turning into the old Sean Evans. The transformation was so sudden, I blinked to make sure I didn't imagine it. "Because you're a carebear.

The old world is dying, and the new world struggles to be born: now is the time of monsters

You are not a gentle flower who spends its whole life in a greenhouse. You are a wildfire, Lark. A wildfire.

You're like a crazy cat lady, but you collect killers instead of fluffy cats." "I don't collect killers." "Yes, you do, and those who aren't killers turn into killers by the time you're done. You made Julie into a maniac. That child has more knives on her than a squad of the PAD. Christopher was the only stray who couldn't fight, and now it turns out he's a god of terror. Why am I not surprised?

Well, if he wasn't dead, he definitely wasn't happy. Great, I've turned into my mother. That's what she would say.

He felt like an addict who, after abusing a narcotic for years, somehow found himself sober

I was mourning the old me. For the new me to emerge, the old me had to disappear, and killing her bit by bit hurt.

People get upset over many things. Frustrating jobs, small paychecks, bad hours. People want things; people feel humiliated by others who have the things they want; people feel deprived and powerless. All this gives fuel to rage. The anger builds and builds and if there is no outlet for it, pretty soon it transforms the person. They walk around like a loaded gun, ready to go off if only they could find the right target. They want to hurt something. They need it.

living through a slow-motion apocalypse.

This is life," Luther said. "We change, we alter ourselves, we grow or shrink. It's part of the human condition.

It doesn't matter what you were. It matters what you are now.

Arland looked at me as if seeing me for the first time. Yes, the princess you were expecting put on her armor and left to kill the dragon. So sorry.

it exhibited reanimative metamorphosis. It was dead and instead of staying dead, it turned into something else and came back to life. It also went cross-phylum, from mammal to insect. That means there is a good chance it might come back to life again as something really strange, like a terrestrial octopus shooting lightning from its tentacles.

Tony stayed where he was. He looked around him, his nice face oddly serious, and pulled his hood over his head. His broom darkened to black, flowing into a staff, its tip glowing with red. His robe turned the color of blood, spreading like the mantle of some king, moving seemingly on its own, and beneath that robe and inside of his hood was darkness, cold and empty darkness, the kind that lived between the stars.

Okay," Juke said. "Your horse is a donkey, your poodle is a giant wolf breed, and your boyfriend is whatever the hell he is. You have problems.

Life changes us. To wish otherwise is pointless.

Only the descent into the hell of self-knowledge can pave the way to godliness.

Laughter is an affect resulting from the sudden transformation of a heightened expectation into nothing.

Coloro che dicono che il mondo andrà sempre così come è andato finora contribuiscono a far sì che l'oggetto della loro predizione si avveri

In the same way that the wind blows spores of a dandelion across a green yard, and they begin to pop up everywhere, the same is true of hatred, the seeds multiplying one by one until the landscape it has fallen upon is forever changed.