Quotes About Transformation

So i dedicate this thing here to old Schu­mann and his sweet Clara who today alas are bones. I dedicate it to the very crimson color scarlet like my blood of a man in his prime and so I dedicate it to my blood. I dedicate it above all to the gnomes, dwarfs, sylphs, and nymphs who inhabit my life. I dedicate it to the memory of my former poverty, when everything was more sober and dignified and I had never eaten lobster.

Nenhuma felicidade ou infelicidade tinha sido tão forte que tivesse transformado os elementos de sua matéria, dando-lhe um caminho único, como deve ser o verdadeiro caminho.

And even so, I had discovered, I was afraid to free myself. "That" had grown too much inside me, leaving me full. I'd be helpless if I were ever cured. After all, what was I now, I felt, but a reflection? Were I to eradicate Daniel, I'd be a blank mirror.

As coisas estavam de algum modo tão boas que podiam se tornar muito ruins porque o que amadurece plenamente pode apodrecer.

We are all deformed by our adaptation to the freedom of God.

Tengo que pagar el precio. El precio de quien tiene un pasado que sólo se renueva con pasión en el extraño presente. Cuando pienso en lo que ya he vivido me parece que he ido dejando mis cuerpos por el camino.

Um domingo de tarde sozinha em casa dobrei-me em dois para a frente - como em dores de parto - e vi que a menina em mim estava morrendo. Nunca esquecerei esse domingo. Para cicatrizar levou dias. E eis-me aqui. Dura, silenciosa e heróica. Sem menina dentro de mim.

Around the shadow is a heat of abundant sweat. 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.

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.»

I am transfiguring reality—what is it that's escaping me? why don't I reach out my hand and take it? It's because I only dreamed of the world but never saw it.

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.

From my own flaw I had created a future good.

Remove its frame or the lines of its edges, and it grows like spilling water.

Lo que yo era antes no era bueno para mí. Pero de ese no-bueno yo había organizado lo mejor: la esperanza. De mi propio mal había creado un bien futuro. El miedo ahora ¿es que mi nuevo modo carezca de sentido? Pero ¿por qué no me dejo guiar por lo que vaya ocurriendo? Tendré que correr el sagrado riesgo del azar. Y sustituiré el destino por la probabilidad.

The minute she sensed he had left the house, however, she transformed, concentrated on herself and, as if she had merely been interrupted by him, continued slowly living.

I was no longer a little girl with a book: I was a woman with her lover.

Crear de uno mismo un ser es muy serio. Estoy creándome. Y andar en la oscuridad completa en busca de nosotros mismos es lo que hacemos. Duele. Pero es el dolor del parto; nace algo que es. Se es.

I have a gift for passion, in the bonfire of a dry trunk I contort in the blaze.

Vê, meu amor, vê como por medo já estou organizando, vê como ainda não consigo mexer nesses elementos primários do laboratório sem logo querer organizar a esperança. (...) É uma metamorfose em que perco tudo o k tinha, e o que eu tinha era eu - só tenho o k sou. E agora o que sou? Sou: estar de pé diante de um susto. (...) Não entendo e tenho medo de entender, o material do mundo me assusta, com os seus planetas e baratas.

Don't you remember you once told me: 'today's pain will be your joy tomorrow; there is nothing that escapes transfiguration.' Don't you remember? Maybe it wasn't exactly like that...

She had survived like a still-moist microbe among the scorching-hot, dry rocks, thought Joana. On that already old afternoon (a circle of life closed, work finished), the afternoon she had received the man's note, she had chosen a new path. Not to run away, but to go. To use her father's untouched money, the inheritance abandoned until now, and roam, roam, be humble, suffer, be shaken to her core, without hopes. Above all without hopes

If my life is transformed into it-self, the thing I today call sensitivity will not exist — it will be called indifference. But I cannot yet grasp that way. It is as if hundreds of thousands of years from now we are finally no longer what we feel and think: we shall have something that more closely resembles a "mood" than an idea. We shall be the living matter revealing itself directly, ignorant of word, surpassing thought which is always grotesque.

And now I was starting to let it touch me. In truth I had fought all my life against the profound desire to let myself be touched—and I had fought because I couldn't allow myself the death of what I called my goodness; the death of human goodness. But now I no longer wanted to fight it. There had to be a goodness so other that it wouldn't resemble goodness. I no longer wanted to fight.

Transfiguro la realidad y entonces otra realidad soñadora y noctámbula me crea.