Quotes About Transformation

Plainly and simply put, Purgatory is where you unwrite the book of your life story.

Polishing those ugly rocks into gemstones. That's the earth. Why it does around. We're the rocks. And what happens to us - the drama and pain and joy and war and sickness and victory and abuse - why that's just the water and sand to erode us. Grind us down. To polish us up, nice and bright.

He'd made nothing of his life, so the best he could imagine was to conceive another of himself. A do-over: Jimmy 2.0. As if to give himself a second shot, and doing so would shift the burden to this new him and give the current Jimmy permission to squander what was left of his years.

If I could wake up in a different place, at a different time, could I wake up as a different person? I

Maybe we have to break everything to make something better of ourselves

La gente non vuole rimettere in sesto la propria vita. Nessuno vuole che i suoi problemi vengano risolti. I suoi drammi. Le sue distrazioni. Le sue storie risolte. I suoi casini ripuliti. Perché, che cosa mai le rimarrebbe? Solamente il grande spaventoso inconoscibile.

Jestli nÄ›co musíme udÄ›lat, tak rozházet lidem jejich ubohá paradigmata totožnosti.

Was uns in der Hölle quält, ist unser Festhalten an einer einmal gewählten Identität.

Se eu pudesse acordar em outro lugar, numa outra época, seria outra pessoa?

O auto-aperfeiçoamento talvez não seja a solução (...) a solução talvez seja a autodestruição.

What I am is a recall campaign coordinator, I tell the single-serving friend sitting next to me, but I'm working toward a career as a dishwasher.

Solo después del desastre podemos resucitar.

Picture a tumbler used to polish rocks: A rolling drum filled with water and sand. Consider that your soul is dropped in as an ugly rock, some raw material or a natural resource, crude oil, mineral ore. And all conflict and pain is just the abrasive that rubs us, polishes our souls, refines us

How what looks cool later on always looks crazy at first. "If numbers could explain the physical world, words would explain the invisible one.

If you can wake up in a different place. If you can wake up in a different time. Why can't you wake up as a different person? Every

Every evening, I died, and every evening, I was born. Resurrected.

If you can wake up in a different place. If you can wake up in a different time. Why can't you wake up as a different person?

Si me despertara en un lugar distinto, en un momento diferente, ¿lograría despertarme siendo otra persona?

El desastre es una parte natural de mi evolución hacia la tragedia y la disolución

We're here to change the world, not participate in its tedium.

It is our job to ruin the perfection of the empty page. It is our job to disrupt the status quo: because that's what storytelling us. Taking a straight line and bending it, breaking it, shaping it into something far stranger and far greater.

I'm old enough to remember when the Republic shot itself right in the knee. It wasn't taken over by the Empire. It became the Empire slowly, surely, not overnight but over years and decades. Fruit always tastes nice when it's ripe. But it can't stay like that. Every nice piece of fruit will rot on the branch if it hangs there long enough. You remember that.

he'd subsumed a whole new identity. Into each world he went, he became someone slightly new to appeal to the Oliver of that place: sculpting himself into a key that fit into the hole in every Oliver's heart.

The future is suddenly unpinned—evolving, spinning, leaping about like a panicked tree-loormor.