Quotes About Transformation

If you want to get back to being productive, you're going to have to look under all those rocks, feel your feelings, and come out on the other side of that journey.

Ya voy, trhayner. Dame la mano." Butch extendió la mano con desesperación. Vishous se quitó el guante y agarró al poli, bien y fuerte. La energía de V, esa hermosa luz blanca, se infiltró por el brazo de Butch, con una descarga de purificación y renacimiento. Enlazaron las manos y volvieron a ser dos mitades, luz y oscuridad. El Destructor y el Salvador. Un todo.

You've come a long way from being that asshole I once knew and tolerated.

He was extraordinary. Or maybe…extraordinarily dangerous was more like it. However she defined the effect of him, she had a sixth sense he was going to change her life. The

Às vezes, o facto de sermos forçados a ser fortes era o suficiente para nos convertermos, realmente, no que devíamos ser.

Apesar de respirar, estava morto até me encontrares. Apesar de ver, estava cego. Depois, vieste… e despertaste-me.

What can a losing trader do to transform himself into a winning trader? A losing trader can do little to transform himself into a winning trader. A losing trader is not going to want to transform himself. That's the kind of thing winning traders do.

most of the time we were alone and mixing up our souls ever more and ever more till it would be terribly hard to say good-by.

O hell, I'm sick of life - If I had any guts I'd drown myself in that tiresome water but that wouldn't be getting it over at all, I can just see the big transformations and plans jellying down there to curse us up in some other wretched suffering form eternities of it - I guess that's what the kid feels - She looks so sad down there wandering Ophelialike in bare feet among thunders.

Something good will come out of all things yet--And it will be golden and eternal just like that--There's no need to say another word.

People change, they eat meals year after year and change with every meal.

He had no idea of the impression he was making and cared less...He was finally an Angel, as I always knew he would become; but like any Angel he still had rages and furies...

I woke up from a deep sleep to find everybody sleeping like lambs and the car parked God knows where, because I couldn't see out the steamy windows. I got out of the car. We were in the mountains: there was a heaven of sunrise, cool purple airs, red mountainsides, emerald pastures in valleys, dew, and transmuting clouds of gold; on the ground gopher holes, cactus, mesquite. It was time for me to drive on.

De?i?im toplumun s?hhatidir.

A little weariness'll change a lot of things.

We were standing outside on the great steps of the hall high above the blue waters of San Francisco Bay, and they were there, the white ships on the tide, and all my love rose to sing my newfound seaman's life. -- The Sea! Real ships! My sweet ship had come in, no dream but true with tangled rigging and actual shipmates and the job slip secure in my wallet and only the night before I'd been kicking cockroaches in my tiny dark room in 3rd Street slums.

Non è forse vero che si comincia la vita come un dolce fanciullo che crede in tutto ciò che sta sotto il tetto paterno ? Poi viene il giorno dei Laodicei, quando si sa che si è distrutti e miserabili e poveri e ciechi e nudi, e con l'aspetto di uno spettro repellente e oppresso ci si incammina tremando attraverso una vita piena d'incubi.

I'd come into Denver like a bum; now I was all racked up sharp in a suit, with a beautiful well-dressed blonde on my arm, bowing to dignitaries and chatting in the lobby under chandeliers.

She looked exactly like the little girl she had been.

Behind us lay the whole of America and everything Dean and I had previously known about life, and life on the road. We had finally found the magic land at the end of the road and we never dreamed the extent of the magic.

thought—Ah change the world? Ah set the fee? Are rope the angels in all the sea?

If you drop a rose in the Hudson River at its mysterious source in the Adirondacks, think of all the places it journeys by as it goes out to sea forever—think of that wonderful Hudson Valley.

All you San Franciscos will have to fall eventually and burn again.

You hold in your hand an invitation: to remember the transforming power of forgiveness and loving kindness. To remember that no matter where you are and what you face, within your heart peace is possible.