Quotes About Transformation

He was changed, burned, branded, destroyed and rebuilt. And he loved it.

And I wonder if we don't live like water seeking a level a low bed until one day we just go dry. I wonder if a creek ever realizes it has made its own grave.

They killed the world and called it progress.

Years passed and I found myself still a husk, still in that moment, still in the day my war ended, the day I realized, as all survivors must, that being alive isn't the same thing as living.

Guterak looked over. "Hey, you got your hair cut." "Yeah." Remy put the cap back on. "What made you do that?" "I shot myself in the head last night." "Well." Paul drove quietly for a moment, staring straight ahead. "It looks good.

All the clichés turned out to be true: what once had seemed important no longer mattered at all.

So I have spent four years without touch and affection and without wanting any. But now there is Christopher Shepherd, the boy who changed all the rules.

I'm very aware of how well I am operating in situations that I would have been incapable of broaching even last summer. Chris, Sabin, Eric, and Estelle, have rescued me, and I can't fathom how I can ever begin to repay them.

There is life after hell. There is breathing and life and profound love after hell.

The entire world has changed. So, there we go. That's all.

Casa», prosegue Chris, «era un posto terrificante una volta, ma ora non lo è più. Ed è merito tuo, Blythe. Sei stata tu a cambiare ogni cosa per me, per tutti noi. Non me lo dimentico mai, neanche per un attimo.»

Let your world as you know it be blown to bits because you fall heart-crushingly head-over-heels for someone.

Martin was swept up in the sound—no longer blood and bone, frozen feet and hungry belly, but an empty vessel filling with notes, carried by something older and bigger and more permanent than himself.

Betrayal converts our innocence to wisdom if we can let go of pain, bitterness, and fear and create enough self-love and safety for ourselves to allow it to do so.

My innocence is not lost—it has been converted into wisdom. The sensation we call breaking is the pain that comes from resisting the truth. Life broke parts of me that needed to fall away for me to live an open and truthful life.

War will bring the revolution; revolution will stop the war

I think that the power of art is the power to wake us up, strike us to our depths, change us. What are we searching for when we read a novel, see a film, listen to a piece of music? We are searching, through a work of art, for something that alters us, that we weren't aware of before. We want to transform ourselves, just as Ovid's masterwork transformed me.

Human nature will not flourish, any more than a potato, if it be planted and replanted, for too long a series of generations, in the same worn-out soil. My children have had other birthplaces, and, so far as their fortunes may be within my control, shall strike their roots into unaccustomed earth. —NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE, "The Custom-House

Each revelation was devastating. Everything she said. And yet, even as my life shattered in pieces, I felt as if I were finally coming up for air.

They don't understand why I want to take such a risk. These reactions don't surprise me. A transformation, especially one that is deliberately sought, is often perceived as something disloyal, threatening.

I think that the power of art is the power to wake us up, strike our depths, change us. What are we searching for when we read a novel, see a film, listen to a piece of music? We are searching, through a work of art, for something that alters us, that we we weren't aware of before. We want to transform ourselves, just as Ovid's masterwork transformed me.

A new language is almost a new life, grammar and syntax recast you, you slip into another logic and another sensibility.

Translation will open up entire realms of possibilities, unforeseen pathways that will newly guide and inspire the writer's work, and possibly even transform it. For to translate is to look into a mirror and see someone other than oneself.

She was unprepared for the landscape to be so altered. For there to be no trace of that evening, forty autumns ago.