Quotes About Transformation

The devil could change. He was once an angel and may be evolving still.

Nothing is so perfectly amusing as a total change of ideas.

There are women who have completely transformed my view of fashion and if I hadn't shown them I would never have arrived at this point in fashion, you see.

I participated in the transformation of my era. I did it with clothes, which is surely less important than music, architecture, painting ... but whatever it's worth I did it.

I was born in Hell. But I am no demon. I am beige and colorful. I was quiet in this room. But I am learning to be loud. Can you hear me? I will make my mark, wherever i am. It is my space. I'll make it mine. I choose. I choose.If I voice my truth, no one loses.

Were we all like that? Were we all trying to change how we looked on the outside to match how we felt on the inside? Were we all trying to change how people saw us?

After trauma, any way that a person can find to pick themselves up and become a new and better version of themselves makes them stronger.

Although I'm marked by my inner scars, I'm also empowered by my experiences.

Architecture is too slow in its realisation to be a 'problem solver'.

En doordat ik met haar ben meegegaan, heb ik gezien hoe haar gezicht veranderde.

tears and rain are the same thing, they're meant to wash you clean and make you grow. If you don't let them out, you'll drown inside.

His life had been divided into a before and an after, and he would always be comparing the two.

Like after a prairie fire...It seems like the end of the world. The earth is all scorched and black and everything green is gone. But after the burning, the soil is richer, and new things can grow....People are like that, too, you know. They start over. They find a way.

It happened so slowly that you might not even notice it at all, like the sky turning from dusk to dark.

In the books she read, every stream might be a river god, every tree a dryad in disguise, every old woman a powerful fairy, every pebble an enchanted soul. Anything had the potential to transform, and this, to her, seemed the true meaning of art.

Change doesn't just happen," her mother had always said, echoing the Shaker motto. "It has to be planned.

Like after a prairie fire. I saw one, years ago, when we were in Nebraska. It seems like the end of the world. The earth is all scorched and black and everything green is gone. But after the burning the soil is richer, and new things can grow." She held Izzy at arm's length, wiped her cheek with a fingertip, smoothed her hair one last time. "People are like that, too, you know. They start over. They find a way.

There was no room left in her for anger. Something within her tipped and cracked.

Succulents would grow anew from a broken-off leaf, pushing roots out into the air, then down into the soil: a piece of its own body, transformed into its child.

The earth is all scorched and black and everything green is gone. But after the burning the soil is richer, and new things can grow." She held Izzy at arm's length, wiped her cheek with a fingertip, smoothed her hair one last time. "People are like that, too, you know. They start over. They find a way." Izzy nodded and turned to go, then turned back. "Tell her I'm so sorry," she said. Mia nodded. "See you tomorrow, okay?

She replaces the phone number on the board, her damp fingers smudging the ink so that the digits blur as if in a strong wind, or underwater.

Everything, she noticed, seemed capable of transmogrification. Even the two boulders in the backyard sometimes turned to silver in the early morning sunlight. In the books she read, every stream might be a river god, every tree a dryad in disguise, every old woman a powerful fairy, every pebble an enchanted soul. Anything had the potential to transform, and this, to her, seemed the true meaning of art.

We don't burn our books, she says. We pulp them. Much more civilized, right? Mash them up, recycle them into toilet paper. Those books wiped someone's rear end a long time ago. Oh, says Bird. So that's what happened to his mother's books. All those words

Everyone in the Richardson family noticed Izzy's improved demeanor. "She's almost pleasant around you," Lexie told Mia one day. Izzy's adoration for Mia, like everything she did, did not come by halves: there was nothing Izzy wouldn't do for her.