Quotes About Transformation

Boys change. And so do stories.

Fairy tales are full of girls who wait, who endure, who suffer. Good girls. Obedient girls. Girls who crush nettles until their hands bleed. Girls who haul water for witches. Girls who wander through deserts or sleep in ashes or make homes for transformed brothers in the woods. Girls without hands, without eyes, without the power of speech, without any power at all. But then a prince rides up and sees the girl and finds her beautiful. Beautiful, not despite her suffering, but because of it.

The moment she was cursed, I lost her. Once it wears off- soon- she will be embarrassed to remember things that she said, things she did, things like this. No matter how solid she feels in my arms, she is made of smoke.

I'm not a monster, I'd told her, back when I said I would never hurt Oak. But maybe being a monster was my calling.

So you'll teach me?" Val asked. Ravus nodded agin. "I will make you as terrible as you desire." "I don't want to be - ," she started, but he held up his hand. "I know you're very brave," he said. "Or stupid." " And stupid. Brave and Stupid." Ravus smiled, but then his smile sagged. "But nothing can stop you from being terrible once you've learned how.

Vivi is right; it cost me something to be the way I am. But I do not know what. And I don't know if I can get it back. I don't even know if I want it.

I can walk into someone's house, kiss their wife, sit down at their table, and eat their dinner. I can lift a passport at an airport, and in twenty minutes it will seem like it's mine. I can be a blackbird staring in the window. I can be a cat creeping along a ledge. I can go anywhere I want and do the worst things I can imagine, with nothing to ever connect me to those crimes. Today I look like me, but tomorrow I could look like you. I could be you.

Being infected, being a vampire, it' s always you. Maybe it' s more you than ever before. It' s you as you always were, deep down inside.

They say that nameless things change constantly -that names fix them in place like pins. But without a name, a thing isn't quite real either.

She wants me to take out Patton." Barron's brows draw together. "Take out? As in transform him?" "No," I say. "As in take out to dinner. She thinks we'd make a good couple.

Sometimes I felt like I was waiting for my life to begin and more than anything, in that moment, I wanted to force some kind of beginning. I wanted things to be different than usual. I wanted to bend reality.

We labor under so many illusions about ourselves until we're stripped bare. Being infected, being a vampire, it's always you. Maybe it's more you than ever before. You, distilled. You, boiled down like a sauce. But it's you as you always were, deep down inside.

It makes you a different person, to not have a past. It eats away at who you are, until what's left is all construct, all artifice.

Perhaps it is Oak who is the fool, who caught a wolf and thought that by putting it in a gown and speaking to it as though it were a girl, it would become one.

When we turn,is there something shoved inside of us or is it more that something inside of us has been released?

I thought I was supposed to be good and follow the rules," I say. "But I am done with being weak. I am done with being good. I think I am going to be something else.

I thought of how proud he was when he took the marks- cutting the skin of his throat in a long slash and then packing it with ashes until keloid scars rose up. He called it his second smile.

To Ben, love was the flame in which he wanted to be reborn. He wanted to be remade by it.

I said that if I couldn't be better than my enemies, then I would become worse. Much, much worse.

We have lived in our armor for so long, you and I. And now I am not sure if either of us knows how to remove it." — "I think of his riddle. How do people like us take off our armor? One piece at a time.

I hope to be able to decide for myself - when we turn, is there something shoved inside of us or is it that something inside of us has been released?

Instead of being afraid, I will become something to fear.

I thought I was supposed to be good and follow the rules," I say. "But I am done with being weak. I am done with being good. I think I am goinng to be something else.

Leaves don't grow back onto a vine, cracked walnuts don't fit back into their shells, and girlfriends who've been enchanted don't just wake up and decide to let things slide with their terrifying exes.