Quotes About Transformation

God loves us the way we are but He loves us too much to leave us that way.

Often I have found that the one thing that can save is the thing which appears most to threaten ... one has to go down into what one most fears and in that process ... comes a saving flicker of light and energy that, even if it does not produce the courage of a hero, at any rate enables a trembling mortal to take one step further.

Remember, the bread you meet each day is still rising. Don't scare the dough.

I've been here so long . . . when I got here the Dead Sea wasn't even sick yet.

Here's to one of the most beautiful, kind, thoughtful people I have ever known . . . You are getting more like me every day.

The wilderness and the solitary place shall be glad for them and the desert shall rejoice, and blossom as the rose.

See how time makes all grief decay.

The future is the shape of things to come.

How the past perishes is how the future becomes.

Nor deem the irrevocable Past As wholly wasted, wholly vain, If, rising on its wrecks, at last To something nobler we attain.

Nothing is predestined: The obstacles of your past can become the gateways that lead to new beginnings.

We are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not.... We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget.

Why should we grope among the dry bones of the past, or put the living generation into masquerade out of its faded wardrobe?

The ocean and I have many pebbles To find and wash off and roll into shape.

Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York.

Time is the rider that breaks youth.

Time cools, time clarifies; no mood can be maintained quite unaltered through the course of hours.

The waters wear the stones.

Cultural transformation announces itself in sputtering fits and starts, sparked here and there by minor incidents, warmed by new ideas that may smolder for decades. In many different places, at different times, the kindling is laid for the real conflagration-the one that will consume the old landmarks and alter the landscape forever.

A little one shall become a thousand, and a small one a strong nation.

Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand.

The moment of enlightenment is when a person's dreams of possibilities become images of probabilities.

I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: they've gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.

Irrevocable as a haircut.