Quotes About Transformation

Age swallows our childhood.

The man who wants to be an angel is never in a hurry to begin.

the shadow on the tree bark moves and emerges in the shape of a gecko

Tear up your frustrations into confetti dreams.

Autumn is the season of change.

...the world reveals itself in its true dimensions in the Autumn...

"I'm dreading fall. It is a terrifying season," he says... "Everything shriveling up and dying." I don't know how to answer. Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale. I've never thought to be frightened of it.

Autumn is the hush before winter.

Autumn is Spring turned antique.

Leaves, questioned by winter, fall.

O wingèd brother on the harebell, stay— Was God's hand very pitiful, the hand That wrought thy beauty at a dream's demand? Yea, knowing I love so well the flowery way, He did not fling me to the world astray— He did not drop me to the weary sand, But bore me gently to a leafy land: Tinting my wings, He gave me to the day.

The ancients did well when they typified the soul as a butterfly!

The cat was created when the lion sneezed.

If nothing ever changed, there'd be no butterflies.

Breaking out is following your bliss pattern, quitting the old place, starting your hero journey, following your bliss. You throw off yesterday as the snake sheds its skin.

Changes in life are like extra strength Gold Bond Medicated Powder. The burning means it's working.

Childhood is the fiery furnace in which we are melted down to essentials and that essential shaped for good.

When scattered clouds are resting on the bosoms of hills, it seems as if one might climb into the heavenly region, earth being so intermixed with sky, and gradually transformed into it.

If you keep doing things like you've always done them, what you'll get is what you've already got.

Rice is born in water and must die in wine.

the lights of a distant city seem star-like and pretty but move closer into sight they engulf the whole night

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow, and I shall be in them.

life blooms right through death and they beautify each other

Death is not poison but merely life's final remedy.