Quotes About Transformation

Cardan ought to have been the boy with the heart of stone in Aslog's story, but somehow he had let his heart turn to glass.

When I met Eldred, he rode up on a milk-white steed, and all the imaginings of my life were as dust and ashes.

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.

You will not always be so small or so frightened,' she told me. 'You are a queen.

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

Eu não quero ser um monstro, mas talvez seja tarde demais para ser outra coisa.

Sometimes we need to tell ourselves something important, something so important we don't tell ourselves in a very straightforward way. Sometimes we can only do it with a new face.

You can't pour wine back and forth between two vessels forever

I made you believe that you were what I wanted you to become.

Quests are supposed to change us.

At seventeen, he has grown tall, towering over me, lithe and finely muscled. His hair catches the moonlight, warm gold threaded with platinum, bangs parting around small goat horns, eyes of shocking amber, and a constellation of freckles across his nose. He has a trickster's mouth and the swagger of someone used to people doing what he wanted.

By you, I am forever undone." ? The Queen of Nothing

Love is greedy," Rhyia said, drawing her bow. She spotted a bird high in the trees and chosen it to be her quarry. Her words bothered me, although I suppose my love for Locke was greedy too. But love was also transofrming.

Maybe my messed-up life has turned me into someone capable of doing messed-up things.

I have often wondered if my past is the reason I am the way I am, if it has made me monstrous. If so, will I make a monster out of him"?

No quiero ser un monstruo, pero quizá sea demasiado tarde para poder ser otra cosa.

Cosa sarei potuta diventare se avessi smesso di preoccuparmi della morte, del dolore, di tutto? Se avessi smesso di cercare un senso di appartenenza? Invece di avere paura, sarei diventata io quella da temere.

But I'm done with being weak. I'm done with being good. I think I'm going to be something else

I gobble the food down, trying to imagine that I am sitting at the table with them. Trying to imagine myself as their daughter again, and not what's left of her. A cuckoo trying to fit back into the egg.

Desire is an odd thing. As soon as it's sated, it transmutes. If we receive golden thread, we desire the golden needle.

But love was also transforming. I knew that from fairy tales. It could turn you back from a cat or a frog or a beast. Probably it could turn you into those things, too.

I would say that you lost yourself along the way, but you lost yourself far before that,' the storm hag tells me as I pass her. 'Wake up, little bird.

The Folk do not rot the way mortals do. Sometimes their bodies grow over with lichen or bloom with mushrooms. I've heard stories about battlefields turning in to green hills.

But for one final night, he's the father I remember best, the one in whose shadow I have- for better or worse- become what I am.