Quotes About Transformation

The journey is about coming home....There is always the return. And the wound will take you there. It is a blood-trail. (p. 220,222)

I wanted clothes about me because I felt I had been bone stripped. The solid knowable shape had gone.

Once out of the body you will be able to choose any form you like, and change it as often as you like. Animal, vegetable, mineral. The gods appeared in human form and animal form, and they changed others into trees or birds. Those were stories about the future. We have always known that we are not limited to the shape we inhabit.

I read: This is one moment, / But know that another / Shall pierce you with a sudden painful joy. I started to cry.

We always think the thing we need to transform everything - the miracle - is elsewhere, but often it is right next to us. Sometimes it is us, ourselves.

And if the road leads nowhere?' He shrugged. 'Turn your Nowhere into Somewhere.

Snow is covering us. Close your eyes and sleep. Close your eyes and dream. This is one story. There will be another.

All the familiar things were getting different meanings.

En de tijd die zo gestaag en zo zeker voorbijgaat slaat voorbij de klokken op hol. Het kost zo weinig tijd om een leven te veranderen en het kost een heel leven om die verandering te begrijpen.

And then I saw that the running away was a running towards. An effort to catch up with my fleet-footed self, living another life in a different way.

Going mad is the beginning of a process. It is not supposed to be the end result.

For now, I had to be hard and white. In the frosty days, in the winter, the ground is white, then the sun rises,, and the frosts melt...

I go to the bathroom. All my life I have been an orphan and an only child. Now I come from a big noisy family who go ballroom dancing and live forever.

Time was my Medusa. Time was turning me to stone.

When Lot's wife looked over her shoulder, she turned into a pillar of salt. Pillars hold things up, and salt keeps things clean, but it's a poor exchange for losing your self.

What's the big deal? Snow's just rain that's been left out in the cold.

It never happened, but that doesn't mean it wasn't there to happen. All of that has been a brutal lesson to me in not overlooking or misunderstanding what is actually there, in your hands, now. We always think the thing we need to transform everything--the miracle--is elsewhere, but often it is right next to us. Sometimes it is us, ourselves.

When Lot's wife looked over her shoulder, she turned into a pillar of salt. Pillars hold things up, and salt keeps things clean, but it's a poor exchange for losing your self.

Nothing is solid. Nothing is fixed. These are images that time changes and that change time, just as the sun and the rain play on the surface of things.

We had killed them all without firing a shot. I prayed for the snow to fall and bury them for ever. When the snow falls you can almost believe the world is clean again. Is every snowflake different? No one knows.

Cuando cayó la noche, vio la luz del faro del cabo de la Ira; solo hacía una semana que estaba encendida, pero estaba encendida, y supo que si se convertía a sí mismo en la historia de la luz, quizá se salvaría.

Is it failure for morning to become afternoon?

Well done, my fine fellow out of my womb. What have you gained? Nothing! And oh, what have you lost? Everything!

Running away from uncertainty and confusion but most of all running away from myself. I thought I might become someone else in time, grafted on to something better and stronger. And then I saw that the running away was a running towards. An effort to catch up with my fleet-footed self, living another life in a different way.