Quotes About Transformation

Break out of our boxes, Lord, and ruin everything that isn't of You!")

Quanto mais nossa carne morre, mais nosso espírito vive.

O Senhor não está satisfeito com nossas versões malfeitas de Sua Igreja perfeita.

Não importa o que façamos: somente o arrependimento vai nos levar a algum lugar com Deus.

How come it can't fly no better than a chicken?' Milkman asked. Too much tail. All that jewelry weighs it down. Like vanity. Can't nobody fly with all that [stuff]. Wanna fly, you got to give up the [stuff] that weighs you down.' The peacock jumped onto the hood of the Buick and once more spread its tail, sending the flashy Buick into oblivion.

Say make me, remake me. You are free to do it and I am free to let you because look, look. Look where your hands are. Now.

Sula was wrong. Hell ain't things lasting forever. Hell is change. Not only did men leave and children grow up and die, but even the misery didn't last. One day she wouldn't even have that. This very grief that had twisted her into a curve on the floor and flayed her would be gone. She would lose that too. Why, even in hate here I am thinking of what Sula said.

It's gonna hurt, now," said Amy. "Anything dead coming back to life hurts.

Each night, without fail, she prayed for blue eyes. Fervently, for a year she had prayed. Although somewhat discouraged, she was not without hope. To have something as wonderful as that would take a long, long time.

Mister was allowed to be and stay what he was. But I wasn't allowed to be and stay what I was [...] School teacher changed me. I was something else and that something else was less than a chicken sitting in the sun on a tub. (Paul D.)

You have pissed your last in this house . . . and I don't make velvet roses anymore.

Women did what strawberry plants did before they shot out their thin vines: the quality of the green changed. Then the vine threads came, then the buds. By the time the white petals died and the mint-colored berry poked out, the leaf shine was gilded tight and waxy.

The fire seemed to live, go down, or die according to its own schemata. In the morning, however, it always saw fit to die.

Art invites us to know beauty and to solicit it, summon it, from even the most tragic of circumstances.

Did you do it yet? He was like a teen-age girl wondering about the virginity of her friend, the friend who has a look, a manner newly minted––different, separate, focused somehow. Did you do it yet? Do you know something both exotic and ordinary that I have not felt? Do you now know what it's like to risk your one and only self? How did it feel? Were you afraid? Did it change you? And if I do it, will it change me too?

Instead of ignoring her infirmity, pretending it was not there, he made it seem like something special and endearing. For the first time Pauline felt that her bad foot was an asset

his mild cynicism morphed into depression.

Anything dead coming back alive hurts

It's gonna hurt now, said Amy, Anything dead coming back to life hurts.

Mister was allowed to be and stay what he was. But I wasn't allowed to be and stay what I was. Even if you cooked him you'd be cooking a rooster named Mister. But wasn't no way I'd ever be Paul D again, living or dead. Schoolteacher changed me. I was something else and that something was less than a chicken sitting in the sun on a tub.

First a playroom (where the silence was softer), then a refuge (from her brothers' fright), soon the place became the point.

It's gonna hurt, now,' said Amy. 'Anything dead coming back to life hurts.

It's going to hurt, now, said Amy. Anything dead coming back to life hurts.

Wat hij deed (...) stanste het glanzende ijzer uit Sethes ogen, zodat er twee putten overbleven die de gloed van het vuur niet weerkaatsten.