Quotes About Transformation

If you realize that all things change, there is nothing you will try to hold on to.

forgiveness is a tool that's available to get us back to a God-realized life.

Al controlar al ego tiendes a disolverlo. Se siente muy amenazado por su pérdida de poder. Pero tienes que perderte a ti mismo con el fin de redescubrirte. Una vez que la seguridad de espíritu te imbuye, ves cómo la disciplina mental mejora tu vida. Llega un momento en que el ego se relaja al ver que el nuevo rector de tu existencia es tan firme como una roca.

you're not what you've done, what you've been, how others have taught you, or what has been done to you. You're a part of the beloved, connected always to your source, and therefore connected to the unlimited power of the beloved. Your

eres capaz de alcanzar el equilibrio perfecto de la mente. Este camino exige un compromiso con tu propia transformación interior.

But in my heart I knew the old Bryce was toast. There was no going back. Not to Garrett or Shelly or Miranda or any of the other people who wouldn't understand. Juli was different, but after all these years that didn't bother me anymore. I liked it. I liked her.

and I realized that Garrett was right about one thing- I had flipped. Completely.

Maybe it came from whacking at two-by-fours and dreaming about perpetual motion. I don't know. All I know is that compared to her, Shelly and Miranda seemed so... ordinary. I'd never felt like this before. Ever. And just admitting it to myself instead of hiding from it made me feel strong. Happy. I took off my shoes and socks and stuffed them in the basket. My tie whipped over my shoulder as I ran home barefoot, and realized that Garrett was right about one thing- I had flipped. Completely.

chaos is a necessary step in the organization of one's universe, then I was well on my way.

I realized that Garrett was right about one thing — I had flipped.

The music, while it lasted, brought a new world into being.

It is impossible to prefigure the salvation of the world in the same language by which the world has been dismembered and defaced.

THE WILD ROSE" – BY WENDELL BERRY Sometimes, hidden from me in daily custom and in ritual I live by you unaware, as if by the beating of my heart. Suddenly you flare again in my sight A wild rose at the edge of the thicket where yesterday there was only shade And I am blessed and choose again, That which I chose before.

By then I wasn't just asking questions; I was being changed by them. I was being changed by my prayers, which dwindled down nearer and nearer to silence, which weren't confrontations with God but with the difficulty--in my own mind, or in the human lot--of knowing what or how to pray. Lying awake at night, I could feel myself being changed--into what, I had no idea.

To know that I was known by a new living being, who had not existed until she was made in my body by my desire and brought forth into the world by my pain and strength—that changed me. My heart, which seemed to have had only loss and grief in it before, now had joy in it also.

If change is to come, it will have to come from the margins.

Every general increase of freedom is accompanied by some degeneracy, attributable to the same causes as the freedom.

Instead of the fellow everyone had always been so fond of—friendly, social, good company, bright, lively—he had developed into a crafty sly masquerader, artful and elusive, presenting a front so different from his real self that they pretended to believe out of sheer embarrassment, as much to save his face as their own.

[On the fall of the Bastille:] How much the greatest event it is that ever happened in the world! and how much the best!

Things don't go wrong and break your heart so you can become bitter and give up. They happen to break you down and build you up so you can be all that you were intended to be.

Paradoxically, we often feel like this false self is our natural state, the way we "should be." This could be our addiction or attachment to being that way. We become so accustomed to being our false self that our Real Self feels guilty, like something is wrong, that we shouldn't feel real and alive. To consider changing this problem is frightening.

A garden was the primitive prison, till man with Promethean felicity and boldness, luckily sinned himself out of it.

Lawers, I suppose, were children once.

A man might spend a lifetime reading spiritual books and studying the writings of the great mystics. He might feel that he had penetrated the secrets of the heavens and the earth, but unless this knowledge was incorporated into his very nature and transformed him, it was sterile. I began to suspect that a simple man of faith, praying to God with little understanding but with a full heart, might be worth more than the most learned student of the spiritual sciences.