Quotes About Transformation

Spiritual hunger and spiritual thirst But you got to change it On the inside first To be satisfied

You realize that if you are to change your belief about God, you will also have to change your belief about yourself.

We may never be martyrs but we can die to self, to sin, to the world, to our plans and ambitions. That is the significance of baptism; we died with Christ and rose to new life.

Sometimes your medicine bottle has on it, 'Shake well before using.' That is what God has to do with some of His people. He has to shake them well before they are ever usable.

God uses broken things. It takes broken soil to produce a crop, broken clouds to give rain, broken grain to give bread, broken bread to give strength. It is the broken alabaster box that gives forth perfume. It is Peter, weeping bitterly, who returns to greater power than ever.

Let it never be forgotten that, although we may do nothing about the Word we hear, the Word will do something to us. The same sun melts ice and hardens clay, and the Word of God humbles or hardens the human heart.

Where are the marks of the cross in your life? Are there any points of identification with your Lord? Alas, too many Christians wear medals but carry no scars

Sometimes our greatest tragedies become the greatest gifts we can give back to the world.

Words of wisdom: Drop that zero and get with the hero.

My life is a plate of perfectly edible but ordinary scrambled eggs. I want them savory, creamy, cheesy and maybe with bacon on the side.

Unendo le loro giovinezze, amandosi, Ugo e Gesuina hanno rotto i ponti con tutta una parte del loro passato che li aveva attardati in emozioni precarie, in avventure innaturali ove anche i loro sentimenti si erano smarriti e adulterati. E se l'amore è il fondersi di due pianeti che si cercavano nello spazio del giorno della Creazione, essi formano adesso un'unica luce.

E da un certo giorno in avanti, è come al primo canto del gallo; per bujo che sia, non è più notte, se aguzzi lo sguardo vedi baluginare l'alba, il ricordo ha una diversa consistenza.

Any experience can be transformed into something of value.

Cel ce seam?n? trec pluguri negre aproape de inim? cel ce seam?n? ?tie c? niciodat? nu voi mai sem?na în aceea?i oglind? atom cu atom arunc?-n brazd? mizeria de a tr?i acum îmi ajunge indiferen?a pentru a fi fericit îmi ajunge blînde?ea pentru a umili tirania înc?p??înatul timp de a fi fix în alte chipuri

Sonetul c?tre vânt Curgi, vântule: nebun nisip C?ci lumea e o lumânare Cel care vine f?r? chip Ucide umbrele-n suflare. Acesta este trupul meu Osp?? bolnav de alterare Hr?ne?te-te ?i bea mereu C?ci sângele-i cu minutare O, schimb?-m? în ce nu sunt În alt? na?tere mai mare Din pântece eram p?mânt ?i mama m? crezuse soare. Curgi, vântule: trezit mormânt, Pe flac?ra întâmpl?toare.

Man and fascism cannot co-exist. If fascism conquers, man will cease to exist and there will remain only man-like creatures that have undergone an internal transformation. But if man, man who is endowed with reason and kindness, should conquer, then Fascism must perish, and those who have submitted to it will once again become people.

Shut one eye then the other Peek into every corner of yourself See that there are no nails no thieves See that there are no cuckoo's eggs Shut then the other eye Squat and jump Jump high high high On top of yourself Fall then with all your weight Fall for days on end deep deep deep To the bottom of your abyss Who doesn't break into pieces Who remains whole gets up whole Plays

i have wiped your face off my face ripped your shadow off my shadow levelled the hills in you turned your plains into hills set your seasons at odds within you turned all the ends of the world from you wrapped the path of my life around you my impenetrable my impossible path now you just try to find me

c'est que je continue à les porter. Je les enlève avant

Despair was a thing of the past, discarded like a scarf through the window of a moving car.

You panic and you rage, then this calm settles over you, and you remake yourself.

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I found it not inappropriate that the years of frustration and grief and loss, of work and conflict and painful resurrection, should have led me through their dark and devious ways to this new beginning.

The Gingerbread House has four walls, a roof, a door, a window, and a chimney. It is decorated with many sweet culinary delights on the outside. But on the inside there is nothing—only the bare gingerbread walls. It is not a real house—not until you decide to add a Gingerbread Room. That's when the stories can move in. They will stay in residence for as long as you abstain from taking the first gingerbread bite.