Quotes About Transformation

Viewed in the right light, a little sprinkle of free market pixie dust can turn the drabbest of public sector services (sewerage, for example) into a rainbow-hued profit unicorn.

To find yourself trapped in a body with the wrong gender must be hard to bear: How much harsher to discover, at age thirty, that you're the wrong species?

For I have seen the women moving, this year Storing away the clothes that will never be worn again, putting the death-sanctified sheets away Gathering up their lives too, in patterns I cannot enter

I want to be bruised by God. I want to be strung up in a strong light and singled out. I want to be stretched, like music wrung from a dropped seed. I want to be entered and picked clean.

Snub end of a dismal year, deep in the dwarf orchard, The sky with its undercoat of blackwash and point stars, I stand in the dark and answer to My life, this shirt I want to take off, which is on fire . . .

John Laroche: You know why I like plants? Susan Orlean: Nuh uh. John Laroche: Because they're so mutable. Adaptation is a profound process. Means you figure out how to thrive in the world. Susan Orlean: [pause] Yeah but it's easier for plants. I mean they have no memory. They just move on to whatever's next. With a person though, adapting almost shameful. It's like running away.

From here on, I will submit to great art. It will do with me as it sees fit. I will go where it tells me. I will let it in, let it tear me limb from limb, eradicate me, rebuild me in its own image. I will dwell in it as does a subject in a heavenly kingdom. I will never again attempt to own anything: no film, no person, no idea.

His hands may have been the one to heal you, but it will be mine that awaken you.

On the withered tree, a flower blooms.

Changing the pictures on the wall from greed, anger, and ignorance into ideals (that we should not be greedy, angry, or ignorant) improves the decoration, perhaps—but leaves us without freedom.

The revolution is not an apple that falls when ripe. You have to make it fall.

Too often when embarking on a journey, we focus on what needs to get done without looking at who we need to become in order to get there.

Then his real struggle would begin. Then he would try to make them understand that the old ways were no more.

Eneke the bird says that since men have learned to shoot without missing, he has learned to fly without perching.

And immediately Okonkwo's eyes were opened and he saw the whole matter clearly. Living fire begets cold, impotent ash. He sighed again, deeply.

But it was like beginning life anew without the vigor and enthusiasm of youth, like learning to become left-handed in old age.

Living fire begets cold, impotent ash

The Igbo culture says no condition is permanent. There is constant change in the world.

El mundo está cambiando ?le había dicho?. No me gusta, pero soy como el pájaro eneke-nti-oba, que cuando sus amigos le preguntaron por que volaba a todas horas respondió: Los hombres de hoy han aprendido a disparar sin errar y por eso yo he aprendido a volar sin posarme en las ramas.

The change in her when it came was sudden.

Let no one be fooled by the fact that we may write in English, for we intend to do unheard of things with it.

The question now is, can we survive ourselves? Can we even manage to become the next human?

time is the great eraser, both of sorrow and of joy.

Looking back, I could not point to one special time and say, There! That's what is amazing. We can change completely and not recognize it. We think terrible events have made us into stone. But love slips in like a chisel - and suddenly it is an ax, breaking us into pieces from the inside.