Quotes About Transformation

Nature abhors a virgin - a frozen asset.

Please forgive my appearance. I am lately come from setting a house on fire.

One day, when Mr. Lincoln was advocating binding up the wounds of the nation, forgiveness, and reconciliation, Thaddeus Stevens pounded the table and said, "Mr. Lincoln, I think enemies ought to be destroyed!" Mr. Lincoln quietly said, "Mr. Stevens, do I not destroy my enemy when I make him my friend?

When I think of what I already lived through it seems to me I was shedding my bodies along the paths.

She wanted even more: to be reborn always, to sever everything that she had learned, that she had seen, and inaugurate herself in new terrain where every tiny act had a meaning, where the air was breathed as if for the first time.

Perder-se é um achar-se perigoso.

Because there are times when a person needs a little bitty death and doesn't even know it. As for me, I substitute the act of death for a symbol of it. A symbol that can be summed up in a deep kiss but not on a rough wall but mouth-to-mouth in the agony of pleasure that is death. I, who symbolically die several times just to experience the resurrection

The world would only cease to terrify me if I became the world. If I were the world, I wouldn't be afraid. If we are the world, we are moved by a delicate radar that guides.

The courage to be something other than what one is, to give birth to oneself, and to leave one's former body on the ground. And without having answered to anyone about whether it was worthwhile.

These fragments of book mean that I work in ruins.

And my fear, too, was different now: not the fear of someone who is still about to go in but the so much greater fear of someone who has gone in.

Se eu me confirmar e me considerar verdadeira, estarei perdida porque não saberei onde engastar meu novo modo de ser - se eu for adiante nas minhas visões fragmentárias, o mundo inteiro terá que se transformar para eu caber nele.

Because there are times when a person needs a little bitty death and doesn't even know it.

If she was no longer herself that meant a loss that counted as a gain.

She transformed herself into organic simplicity. And she'd figured out how to find in simple and honest things the grace of sin.

Inside her it was as if death didn't exist, as if love could weld her, as if eternity were renewal.

But now I want to say things that comfort me and that are a little free. For example: Thursdat is a day transparent as an insect's wing in the light. Just as Monday is a compact day. Ultimately, far beyond thought, I live from these ideas, if ideas is what they are. They are sensations that transform into ideas because I must use words. Even just using them mentally. The primary thought thinks with words.

Qué fiebre, no consigo parar de vivir. En esta densa selva de palabras que he envuelto frondosamente lo que siento y pienso y vivo y que transforma todo lo que soy en algo mío que sin embargo está completamente fuera de mí.

I want the material of things. Humanity is drenched with humanization, as if that were necessary; and that false humanization trips up man and trips up his humanity. A thing exists that is fuller, deafer, deeper, less good, less bad, less pretty. Yet that thing too runs the risk, in our coarse hands, of becoming transformed into "purity", our hands that are coarse and full of words.

quero não o que está feito mas o que tortuosamente ainda se faz. Minhas desequilibradas palavras são o luxo de meu silêncio.

Around the shadow is a heat of abundant sweat. I'm alive.» I'm alive. But I feel that I have yet to reach my limits, borders with what? ... And madly I take control of the recesses of myself, my ravings suffocate me with so much beauty. I am before, I am almost, I am never. And all of this I won when I stopped loving you. I write to you as an exercise in sketching before painting. I see words.

We shall be inhuman - as humankind's greatest conquest. To be is to be beyond the human. To be a human being doesn't do it, to be human has been a constraint. The unknown awaits us, but I sense that that unknown is a totalization and will be the true humanization we long for. Am I speaking of death? no, of life.

Ik zekere zin gingen de zaken zo goed dat ze alleen maar erg slecht zouden kunnen gaan want wat helemaal rijp is kan gaan rotten.

Things went somehow so good that were in danger of becoming very bad because what is fully mature is very close to rotting.