Quotes About Transformation

On emerging from that black and deformed thing which is called the galleys, the Bishop had hurt his soul, as too vivid a light would have hurt his eyes on emerging from the dark. The future life, the possible life which offered itself to him henceforth, all pure and radiant, filled him with tremors and anxiety.

Monsieur, retorted Gavroche, perhaps you were a man of wit yesterday, but you have degenerated this morning.

An inward growth seemed to be in progress within him. He was conscious of a sort of natural enlargement, which gave him two things that were new to him — his father and his country.

Tudo o que tinha sido a sua vida desapareceu, incluindo o nome; deixou de ser Jean Valjean, para ser apenas o número 24601. O que aconteceu à sua irmã? O que aconteceu às sete crianças? Quem se preocupa com isso? O que é que acontece a um punhado de folhas de um arbusto esmagado pelos pés de quem passa?

I perceived at the end of a certain time, that I lacked something in every direction; and seeing that I was good for nothing, of my own free will I became a poet and rhymester. That is a trade which one can always adopt when one is a vagabond, and it's better than stealing, as some young brigands of my acquaintance advised me to do.

It is the lineaments of the years which form the countenance of the century.

Nesre?a je za ?oveka što ostavlja iza sebe no? kojoj je on dao oblik.

Tu n'es encor que l'étincelle, Demain tu seras le soleil !

Oui, les brutalités du progrès s'appellent révolutions. Quand elles sont finies, on reconnaît ceci : que le genre humain a été rudoyé, mais qu'il a marché. Le

They convert a poor camel-driver into a Mahomet; a peasant girl tending her goats into a Joan of Arc. Solitude generates a certain amount of sublime exaltation.

In six months the little girl had become a young woman; that was all. Nothing is more common than this phenomenon. There is a moment when girls bloom in a twinkling, and become roses all at once. Yesterday we left them children, today we find them disturbing. She had not only grown; she had become idealized. As three April days are enough for certain trees to put on a covering of flowers, six months had been enough for her to put on a mantle of beauty. Her April had come.

She'd lost too much of herself in parenthood to simply go back to who she'd been before.

There was a beauty in chaos, a wildness that hinted at things gone wrong and mistakes overcome.

The father who went off to war was not the one who came home.

The landscape of a woman's soul could change as quickly as a world at war.

But he wasn't that man anymore. He had lost too much, and in his loss, he'd thrown more away.

He also knew that love could freeze over, become a kind of thin ice all its own.

She wanted to be with him, and though the realization frightened her, it also set her heart racing with anticipation. When she was with Nick, she was a different woman. Some of his glitter fell onto her and made her feel beautiful and sparkly and more alive.

Every barrier she turned into a gate.

It is simply the image of a woman who threw too much of her life away and was lucky enough to get some of it back.

Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real." "Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit. "Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. —The Velveteen Rabbit Margery Williams

She hadn't realized how much she'd needed a dream, but it had transformed her, changed her from poor motherless and abandoned Tully to a girl poised to take on the world. The goal made her life story unimportant, gave her something to reach for, to hang on to

She knew suddenly that a woman could change her whole life and uproot her existence with one choice. Taking

It was one of those moments—an instant of grace in a crazy, sometimes impossibly dangerous world—that changed a man's life.