Quotes About Transformation

Mr. Advocate, the rotten tree-trunk, until the very moment when the storm-blast breaks it in two, has all the appearance of might it ever had. The storm-blast whistles through the branches of the Empire even now. Listen with the ears of psychohistory, and you will hear the creaking.

He never created a finish product. Finished products are for decadent minds. His was an evolving mechanism and the Second Foundation was the instrument of that evolution.

Earthmen may even rule at Trantor for a generation, but their children will become Trantorians, and in their turn will look down upon the remnant on Earth.

it suddenly seems to me that the destruction of what should not be, that is, the destruction of what you people call evil, is less just and desirable than the conversion of this evil into what you call good.

Life is a successive symphony of losses.

if people believe this, they would act on that belief. Many a prophecy, by the mere force of its being believed, is transmuted

when the old empire began to rot at the fringes, it could be considered that science, as science, had failed the outer worlds. To be re-accepted it would have to present itself in another guise

the destruction of what should not be, that is, the destruction of what you people call evil, is less just and desirable than the conversion of this evil into what you call good.

it could be considered that science, as science, had failed the outer worlds. To be reaccepted it would have to present itself in another guise—and it has done just that. It works out beautifully." "Interesting!" The mayor placed his arms around his

One by one Man fused with AC, each physical body losing its mental identity in a manner that was somehow not a loss but a gain.

última parte de la serie…

It worked out neatly, yet it had all changed for him, and what was broken could not be made whole again.

Algunos Eternos han llegado más allá del Siglo Ciento cincuenta mil. —¿Qué aspecto tiene? —Completamente distinto del actual. Hay muchas especies vivientes, pero ninguna humana. El Hombre ha desaparecido.

Noys se acercaba lentamente hacia sus brazos, había llegado el fin de la Eternidad... ...Y el comienzo del Infinito.

convertir Términus en un planeta floreciente, más valioso como aliado que como objeto de conquista.

por mucho que

When I was a little boy, they called me a liar, but now that I'm a grown up, they call me a writer.

Wie ich höre, zeigt auch der Himmel eine Leidenschaft für das Neue. Ein Stern wird müde, ein Stern zu sein, und er explodiert und wird eine Nova.

She made Herman think of a stale loaf of bread put into a hot oven to be freshened up.

Mi Popo decía que el amor nos vuelve buenos. No importa a quién amemos, tampoco importa ser correspondidos o si la relación es duradera. Basta la experiencia de amar, eso nos transforma.

Music is a wind that blows away the years, memories, and fear, that crouching animal I carry inside me.

She was considered timid and morose. Only in the country, her skin tanned by the sun and her belly full of ripe fruit, running through the fields with Pedro Tercero, was she smiling and happy. Her mother said that that was the real Blanca, and that the other one, the one back in the city, was a Blanca in hibernation.

I strike the ground with the soles of my feet and life rises up my legs, spreads up my skeleton, takes possession of me, drives away distress and sweetens my memory. The world trembles.

As I travel through life, I gather experiences that lie imprinted on the deepest strata of memory, and there they ferment, are transformed, and sometimes rise to the surface and sprout like strange plants from other worlds. What is the fertile humus of the subconscious composed of? Why are certain images converted into recurrent themes in nightmares or writing?