Quotes About Transformation

lying down. Not any more. He was a husband

Would I be as strong as that once I did that thing Christophe was talking about? Blooming? Would I smell like a bakery item? Or was that just him? Did he use pie filling for cologne?

I wondered what I'd end up looking like once I bloomed. I couldn't even guess. If I had to be stuck in my own skinny, gawky, coltish body forever… well. It probably wouldn't be so bad. I wouldn't mind a little more in the chest, though. But wild horses wouldn't drag that out of me. Ever.

Things start out as hopes and end up as habits.

Grief, I began to see, is gratitude turned inside out.

For a moment all my bees have turned to honey.

I loved that Amy Lowell poem when I first read it, how her lover was like red wine at the beginning and then became bread. But that has not happened to me. My loves remain wine to me, yet I become too quickly bread to them.

Both Fen & Helen needed me to choose, to be their one & only when I didn't want a one & only. I loved that Amy Lowell poem when I first read it, how her lover was like red wine at the beginning and then became bread. But that has not happened to me. My loves remain wine to me, yet I become too quickly bread to them.

It's a purging of sorts, that ride, and usually lasts me a few hours.

loved that Amy Lowell poem when I first read it, how her lover was like red wine at the beginning and then became bread.

Looking at our faces you might have said we were all feverish and half mad, and perhaps you would have been right, but Helen's book made us feel we could rip the stars from the sky and write the world anew.

My body aches from my throat to my groin. I want him to slide his fingers into my bathing suit and make all the heaviness and misery go away. I feel like a hag in a fairy tale, waiting to be made young and supple again.

For a moment all my bees have turned to honey. Page 302.

"So you've been over into Russia?" said Bernard Baruch, and I answered very literally, "I have been over into the future, and it works."

Through the years, you've released parts of you. Some went into the sewer, others you left at your friends' houses, some on the sidewalk while riding your bike as a kid. Your body is used to being taken apart by pieces and put back together. Swapping parts is hardwired into human existence. It takes on a much larger role in death.

Just as you drop body parts, those parts reassemble, and have done so continuously over the history of the earth. People decompose, become dirt, dirt becomes vegetables and fruit, animals and people eat the food that grows from the dirt that was once a body. It is all one big recycling program the earth does.

What alteration was ever fot the better? Change meant loss.

La capacità di apprezzare le cose ha il potere di trasformare la banalità in qualcosa di bello.

It's not as important what a woman is as what she's becoming

Styles, like everything else, change. Style doesn't.

Do you know what's so great about clinging to hope? Hope is like a strong cord, a lifeline that stretches straight from God to you. The more you choose to cling to it, the more you are transferring the weight of your burdens to God. Depression and desperation vanish as you continue to cling to hope.

God is so great that he can take anything and bring good from it.

When you understand that God is with you, that changes everything.

Think of the miraculous ways God could use you if you were able to hold on to who you are in Christ.