Quotes About Transformation

Why are we here? To remember, and re-create, Who You Are. [...] You use life to create your Self as Who You Are, and Who You've Always Wanted to Be.

Gud er væren som blir form. Og det samme er du.

3. Is it possible that there is something we do not fully understand about ourselves, about our own life and its purpose, the understanding of which would shift our reality and alter our experience for the better, forever?

When you bring an end to judgment, you bring an end to an entire way of living. This is no small thing. This is a life changing shift in attitude and behavior. This is a miracle.

The second thing to know is that all conditions are temporary. Nothing stays the same, nothing remains static. Which way a thing changes depends on you.

all you see in your world is the outcome of your idea about it. Do you want your life to truly "take off"? Then change your idea about it. About you. Think, speak, and act as the God You Are.

Seek, then, to create change not because a thing is wrong, but because it no longer makes an accurate statement of Who You Are.

The way to reduce the pain which you associate with earthly experiences and events—both yours and those of others—is to change the way you behold them. You cannot change the outer event (for that has been created by the lot of you, and you are not grown enough in your consciousness to alter individually that which has been created collectively), so you must change the inner experience. This is the road to mastery in living.

Now look at these two words: REACTIVE CREATIVE Notice they are the same word. Only the "C" has been moved! When you "C" things correctly, you become Creative, rather than Reactive.

The Shift is coming. The Shift has to be coming. Because if you keep living like this you'll die.

It's a huge thing, this Shift, just as big as I imagined. My brain doesn't want to think anymore; all of a sudden it wants to do.

People don't make good Anchors, though, Craig. They change.

The Shift hasn't happened yet, maybe it never will, but sometimes-just enough times to give me hope-my brain jars back into where it's supposed to be.

I've started to think it must just be chemistry, in which case we're looking for the Shift and we haven't found it yet.

I picked Ember. After I started working with Mortin.' 'Why?' 'Because embers turn into flames.

Something deep in my guts, below my heart, has made a shift to the left and settled in a more comfortable place. It's not the Shift, but it's a shift. I picture Nia with her gorgeous face and little body and black hair and pouty lips and Aaron's hands all over her but also with her pot smoking and the pimples on her forehead and making fun of people all the time and the way she's always so proud of how she's dressed. And I picture her fading.

I'm waiting for her to say Craig, what you need to do is X and for the Shift to occur. I want there to be a Shift so bad.

It's just… a possibility, like it's a possibility that I could turn to dust in the next instant and be disseminated throughout the universe as an omniscient consciousness. It's not a very likely possibility.

Oh boy, now it looked like a duck

I want there to be a Shift so bad. I want to feel my brain slide back into the slot it was meant to be in, rest there the way it did before the fall of last year, back when I was young, and witty, and my teachers said I had incredible promise, and I HAD incredible promise, and I spoke up in class because I was excited and smart about the world. I was the Shift so bad. I'm waiting for the phrase that will invoke it. It'll be like a miracle within my life.

It is a law of nature that a dream carried for too long inside you must, eventually, begin to rot.

Imagine your body becoming that of a stranger. Imagine the sensation of it being not yours, as you discover what it feels like to do this, or to have this happen to you, for the very first time. Imagine it happening with sickening slowness, or with shocking speed, that discovery. And then imagine knowing it has come too late.

WHAT IS NOW PROVED WAS ONCE ONLY IMAGIND —WILLIAM BLAKE

These early, single-celled organisms unwittingly transformed Earth's carbon dioxide-rich atmosphere into one with sufficient oxygen to allow aerobic organisms to emerge and dominate the oceans and land.