Quotes About Transformation

Some might attribute my transformation to the laws of heredity. … But I think it was my reward for all those hours of work on the bridle path, the neighborhood sidewalks and the schoolhouse corridors.

As a New York Times article points out, failure has been transformed from an action (I failed) to an identity (I am a failure).

we first develop the Ego, then encounter the Soul, and finally give birth to a unique sense of Self.

The way to free ourselves of shadow possession is to awaken our heroic potential.

Until we are willing to give ourselves over to life, we always will be possessed by death.

In one day I had altered my life; my life, therefore, was alterable. This simple axiom did not call out for exegesis; no, it entered my bloodstream directly, as powerful as heroin. I could feel it pump and surge, the way it brightened my veins to a kind of glass. I had wakened that morning to narrowness and predestination and now I was falling asleep in the storm of my own free will.

All of us can carry this understanding into our private lives: Something we did can be separated from who we are and who we want to be. Our past selves need not be a blueprint for our future selves. The road to redemption starts with the understanding that who we are includes what we have done but also transcends it, and the vehicle for transcending it is self-compassion.

The happiest, most mature adults were those who could embrace the losses in their lives and transform them into sources of deep gratitude—not with platitudes or Pollyanna glosses, say the researchers, but by discovering the genuinely positive aspects of their multifaceted lives.

Dogwalking can lead o the most cruddy, crapped up areas of any town. But on a snowy day, all sins are covered, it's a WINTER WONDERLAND!

Change is one of my favourite words.

Movement is a medicine for creating change in a person's physical, emotional, and mental states.

A work is never completed except by some accident such as weariness, satisfaction, the need to deliver, or death: for, in relation to who or what is making it, it can only be one stage in a series of inner transformations." —Paul Valery

Over time, alcohol seeps into your soul. It changes you—what you care about, what you are capable of. It rots you from the inside. It can alienate you from love itself.

Let's write ourselves a better ending than this.

Here, we turn everything into art.

your head is flowers, your body the body of a deer, pierced

Chapter thirty-four

The dandelion is a gawky yellow flower that blooms and then collapses into a soft, clumsy down that little children blow wishes on.

She had gradually changed her name. "Jane" was too dull. Last year, she'd added a "y", becoming Jayne, which had more personality.

Wait a minute, hold on... The dude dies, and the girl cries so hard that she gets turned into a fountain ?

He was one of those people who completely changes when they smile. Like the sun had come out.

I feel that my father's greatest legacy was the people he inspired to get involved in public service and their communities, to join the Peace Corps, to go into space. And really that generation transformed this country in civil rights, social justice, the economy and everything.

This is why people like writing. You visit old friends without having to go on Facebook and see what they're up to and deal with what idiots called FOMO. You make them into what you want them to be, the people they could be if only they were braver, smarter.

From every boy masquerading as a man that you let into your body, your heart. You learned you didn't have whatever magic turns a beast into a prince.