Quotes About Transformation

Change is the end result of all true learning. Change involves three things: First, a dissatisfaction with self -- a felt void or need; second, a decision to change to fill the void or need; and third, a conscious dedication to the process of growth and change -- the willful act of making the change, doing something.

If you don't like the scene you're in, if you're unhappy, if you're lonely, if you don't feel that things are happening, change your scene. Paint a new backdrop.

For my most gracious master still called me redhead, though my hair was already churchyard-coloured.

But now everything will be different. It is nonsense to believe that life will not allow it, that the past will not allow it. I must struggle to live a better life, a far better life.

The changes in our life must come from the impossibility to live otherwise than according to the demands of our conscience not from our mental resolution to try a new form of life.

Something magical has happened to me: like a dream when one feels frightened and creepy, and suddenly wakes up to the knowledge that no such terrors exist. I have wakened up.

What she did not know, and would never have believed, was that though her soul seemed to have been grown over with an impenetrable layer of mould, some delicate blades of grass, young and tender, were already pushing their way upwards, destined to take root and send out living shoots so effectively that her all-consuming grief would soon be lost and forgotten. The wound was healing from inside.

I sometimes daydream about becoming somebody else. Anybody else. Not me. I imagine how I might lose myself, my old self.

Our children take our level of vibration and raise it even higher. This is how we, as humans, continue evolution.

the First Insight is an awareness of the mysterious occurrences that change one's life, the feeling that some other process is operating.

If history tells us anything, it is that human culture and knowledge are constantly evolving.

Healing in its essence is about breaking through the fears associated with life—fears

Each person must reinterpret his family experience from an evolutionary point of view, from a spiritual point of view, and discover who he really is. Once we do that, our control drama falls away and our real lives take off.

And with that, he was gone, leaving me alone. Only I wasn't alone. In fact, I knew I would never be alone again.

We're here on this planet not to build personal empires of control, but to evolve.

Once upon a time, Jack wouldn't have been caught dead in a princess rescue.

What'd you need? Desuetude. Reading again, are we? Could be dangerous. It means to become unaccustomed to. As in something gets discontinued, falls into disuse. Thanks, man. That it? Yeah, but we should grab a drink sometime.

My mother by then had already begun her own decline, her own transformation, hardening into a bitter rind of a woman who pushed through the stations of her day as though each moment were unpleasant duty; as though the currencies of joy had become so inflated they could no longer purchase anything of worth.

What are any of our lives but the shapes we force them into. Memory doesn't come to us of its own; we go after it, pull it into sunlight and make of it what we need, what we're driven towards, what we imagine, changing the world again and again with each new quarry, each descent, each morning.

Every day we reconstruct ourselves out of the salvage of our yesterdays.

He no longer lives in years; he is down to seasons. Finally it will become single nights, each one perilous as a lunar journey. He

When he undressed at night he was like a diplomat or a judge. A white body, gentle and powerless, emerged from his clothes, his position in the world lay tumbled on the floor, fallen from his ankles...

His world was small, an illiterate county seat, a backward state, though from it he fashioned something greater, far greater perhaps than he ever knew. A writer cannot really grasp what he has written. It is not like a building or a sculpture; it cannot be seen whole. It is only a kind of smoke seized and printed on a page.

Certains visages vous subjuguent, on s'en détourne avec le sentiment de renoncer même à respirer. Demain, j'aurai oublié tout ça, se dit-il. Le matin, tout est différent, les choses deviennent réelles.