Quotes About Transformation

It's more than you think it can be," she heard herself say. "It changes everything, and fixes everything that matters. Maybe you're never going to be the same, and maybe part of you is always afraid of what will happen if . . . but he's always going to be there. All you have to do is reach out, and he's going to be there.

It's more than you think it can be," she heard herself say. "It changes everything, and fixes everything that matters. Maybe you're never going to be the same, and maybe part of you is always afraid of what will happen if . . . but he's always going to be there. All you have to do is reach out, and he's going to be there." Surprised

But then, what are books for if not to change our lives?

Flowers grow best on dungheaps, as Shakespeare never tires of saying.

Sabes qué haré, Simón? Justo antes de morir, voy a escribir todo lo que pasó en mi vida en un papel y después lo voy a plegar muy chiquito y apretarlo en el puño. Entonces, cuando me despierte en la nueva vida podré leer el papel y saber quién soy.

Significa que está madurando? ¿En eso se resume madurar: superar los anhelos, la pasión, todas las intensidades del alma?

Acabamos pareciéndonos a nuestro yo ideal, dice Baudelaire. Poco a poco la cara que deseamos, la cara de nuestros sueños secretos, arrolla a la cara con la que nacemos

Each time a drop of water forms under the spout of a tap, it means that one can wrench something away from the nameless mass.

Whoa. Fangs. She had fangs. She leaned in, prodded them a little. Eating with those puppies was going to take some getting used to, she thought. On impulse, she brought up her hands, turned her fingers into claws. Hissed. Cool.

You're getting into some kind of shape, cop. Aw, come on, now. Butch grinned. Don't let that shower we took go to your head. Rhage fired a towel at the male. Just pointing out your beer gut's gone. It was a Scotch pot. And I don't miss it.

Enough, Qhuinn thought. Enough with the excuses and the avoidance, and trying to be someone else, anyone else. Even if he got shanked, even if his precious little ego and his dumbass little heart got shattered into a million pieces, it was time to stop the bullshit. It was time to be a male. As Blay started to straighten like a message had been received, Qhuinn thought, That's right buddy: Our future has come

As he vomited, he felt, though did not see, V come over. Forcing his head up, Butch groaned, Help me... I'm going to, trahyner. Give me your hand. As Butch held his palm up in despair, Vishous whipped off his glove and grabbed on good and hard. V's energy, that beautiful, white light, poured down Butch's arm and ripped through him in a blast, cleansing, renewing. United by their clasped hands, they became again the two halves, the light and the dark. The Destroyer and the Savior. A whole.

Sometimes the only way to know how far you'd come was to return to where you once had been.

You never realized how thick your fog was until it lifted.

Payne nailing him in the face woke him up. George brought him back his independence. But Beth handed him his crown.

That human, he's a lesser waiting to happen, in my opinion--nothing less, nothing more

Look upon me, Mistress. Watch as I wither!

Tore up from the floor up. Followed by a big outtie. John Mathew

Nalla blinked and waved his finger and transformed him: Everything stopped as she moved not just his hand, but his heart.

Destiny is not a straightaway. It's cluttered with corners and all of them are dark. We make the turns we do...and find ourselves where we are.

In his old life, the answer would have been easy: He'd have just put a gun to Vin's head and dragged the fucker to the altar. Now? He needed to be a little more civilized.

The scarred one, the soulless one, had the voice of an angel.

Reilly's closet looked like Marilyn Manson's. Assuming he'd been reborn as an accountant.

Estaba muerto hasta que me encontraste, aunque respiraba. Estaba ciego, aunque podía ver. Y entonces llegaste tú… y estaba despierto. (Zsadist, Amante despierto)