Quotes About Transformation

The barbarous KGB, which in the course of its existence slaughtered at least 20 million people at home and another 70 million throughout the communist world, not only survived, but it also transformed today's Russia into the first intelligence dictatorship in history. Now

She should have turned the other way, said nothing, waited...She's too young. She doesn't know that time heals all, wipes everything away. She doesn't know that her Bernard will change, that she will change. If they live to be old, they will change body and soul, two or even three times, perhaps more. She can't hold on to the man Bernard is today. She should leave him be, she should forget. Another Bernard will be there tomorrow.

Ya no creo en las catástrofes, puesto que la última ha fracasado. Ya no creo en la desgracia, ni en la muerte. La humanidad entera se encuentra en el estado mental del niño que le ha perdido el miedo al coco.

Evenimentele grave, fericite sau nefericite, nu schimb? sufletul unui om, ci îl contureaz? mai bine, la fel cum o pal? de vânt care ridic? brusc frunzele moarte scoate la iveal? forma unui copac. Ele scot la lumin? ceea ce era l?sat la umbr?. Înclin? spiritul în direcÈ›ia în care va creÈ™te de atunci înainte.

Os acontecimentos graves, felizes ou infelizes, não alteram a alma de um homem, mas precisam-na, tal como uma rajada de vento revela a forma de uma árvore ao varrer num ápice as folhas mortas; trazem para a luz aquilo que estava relegado na sombra; inclinam o espírito na direcção em que passará a crescer.

Even at the very end of life, healing a relationship can transform the history of a family. A relationship that is complete need not end; in this context, complete means there is nothing left unsaid or undone. When a dying person and a loved one come to feel complete between themselves, time together tends to be as full of joy and loving affection as sadness.

A wish for a future no longer tainted by the past. A future that held joy, not regret. A future that offered love instead of loneliness.

youth is a marvelous garment

But one must do something about the past. It doesn't just cease to be. It goes on existing and affecting the present, and in new and different ways, as if in some other dimension it too were growing.

Only take someone's hand in a certain way, even look into their eyes in a certain way, and the world is changed forever.

I am looking out of my window in an anxious and resentful state of mind, oblivious to my surroundings, brooding perhaps on some damage done to my prestige. Then suddenly I observe a hovering kestrel. In a moment everything is altered. The brooding self with its hurt vanity has disappeared. There is nothing now but kestrel. And when I return to thinking of the other matter it seems less important

Tell her I was young once and star-bright Who am now invisible . . .

How hardening to the heart it must be to do this thing: to change an innocent soaring being into a bundle of struggling rags and pain.

It is necessary to write, that much is clear, and to write in a way quite unlike any way which I have employed before.

It is strange to think that when I went to the sea I imagined that I was giving up the world. But one surrenders power in one form, and grasps it in another.

The morning brought the crisis of my life. But it was not anything that I could have conceived of in my wildest imaginings.

This figure, which I had so vaguely, idly, noticed before was now utterly changed in my eyes. The whole world was its background. And between me and it there hovered, perhaps for the last time, the vision of a slim long-legged girl with gleaming thighs. I ran.

The whole thing, the way it all happened, was shattering. And what it shattered most of all was some conception I'd had of myself, some wholeness.

He looked so sad. I never saw him look sad before, he was always so superior, everywhere the king. You once called him a god from elsewhere who had lost his way.

Sometimes one has got to become monstrous in order to survive.

You can't go through the looking-glass without cutting yourself.

darkness was staining all the intricate channels of what had once seemed so perfect.

She did not want to be as before. She wanted great changes in her life.

I'm sorry, I'm not myself. Or rather I am myself, my new self.