Quotes About Transformation

much. I knew now that love—no matter how deep—wasn't enough to transform another person: how they thought, what they believed. At best, we could only change ourselves.

I wonder if the story (though not intended as such by my aunt) is a warning for me, a preview of my own life which I thought I had fashioned so cleverly, so differently from my mother's, but which is only a repetition, in a different raga, of her tragic song. Perhaps it is like this for all daughters, doomed to choose for ourselves, over and over, the men who have destroyed our mothers.

You know that grief cannot be avoided. And that when it finds a person, they might look the same but they're changed: their missing person has altered the atmosphere in the house, the classroom, the playground; on birthdays and holidays; amongst friends and with the parent who survives.

the divine self) exists in everyone no matter how deeply it may be covered over by greed, anger, and foolishness, or buried by their own deeds and retribution; and when all defilements are removed, sooner or later, it will reappear.

When you eat with awareness, you find that there is more space, more beauty. You begin to watch yourself, to see yourself, and you notice how clumsy you are or how accurate you are…When you practice awareness, everything becomes majestic and good. You begin to see that you have been leading a different kind of life in the past. You had the essence of mindfulness already, but you hadn't discovered it.

I think it's an aggregation of all of the small acts that are really transformative. I think a group of small acts transform the individual. And maybe when the individual transforms, collectively we transform.

The ultimate cost reduction is eliminating atoms entirely and dealing only in bits.

And when something wasn't working, you changed it. Breakdowns lead to breakthroughs.

You can't take your same old self into a bright new future. You would only darken it.

I am a woman built upon the wreckage of myself.

Even for a girl like me, then, there comes a day when she can stop surviving and start living. To survive, you have to look good or talk good. But to end your story well-- here is the truth-- you have to talk yourself out of it.

Even for a girl like me, then, there comes a day when she can stop surviving and start living.

I looked around me at the beautiful sunrise and I was thinking, Yes, yes, everything will be beautiful like this now. I will never be afraid again. I will never spend another day trapped in the color gray.

April showers bring May flower

Come to Me and we will blow the world back together WITH INCREDIBLE NOISE AND FURY.

He felt good for once, he really did. Maybe the deal was that life had to break your body down before you could see it. Maybe there wasn't any other racket in town except this one that brought you to your nadir and challenged you to build yourself back up from it, then showed you that what you'd done at least meant something to someone.

You will laugh at me-silly village girl-for staring at an ice cube like this. You will laugh, but this was the first time I had seen water made solid. It was beautiful-because if this could be done, then perhaps it could be done to everything else that was always escaping and running away and vanishing into sand or mist.

I learned your language and I learned your rules. I am more like you than me now.

The sweetness of the blackberries revealed itself incompletely, changing and deepening until it dissolved from the back of the tongue with the maddening hint of a greater remainder. He was left with a question he could not phrase, and a galaxy of tiny seeds that tantalized the tongue.

and you start wondering whether that badness you've seen in yourself is really all that bad at all..." "Maybe that's just developing as a person, Sarah" I sighed, and look out at Little Bee "Well" I said. "Maybe this is a developing world.

This is the essence of travel, or at least travel taken to completion: it's not the change of scenery, or the new way of preparing lamb - it's you. You are lost to yourself, you don't know who will emerge from the pit.

auma change in Liz, denoting that she is the equivalent of pregnant ("eggnant"?) because of the kindling of the bronze egg by Zanna.

Because I don't think God trusts just anybody with so much heartache. The world has not yet seen what God can do with a man who gives both halves of a broken heart to him. And I don't doubt that a man like that can change the world...or at least a little part of it.

A lot of people want to do great things for God. A lot of people want to change the world. I just shake my head when I hear that. God is the only one who can change the world because He's the only one who can change hearts and minds.