Quotes About Transformation

Indeed, from my earliest years the idea of transformation has been central to my life. Naturally so, I suppose, being the child of diplomats. I changed schools, languages, countries and continents a number of times during my childhood. At each change I had the opportunity to re-create myself, to present a new façade, to bury past errors and misrepresentations.

Because to suffer and do nothing is to be nothing, while to suffer and do something is to become someone. And that is what he is doing: becoming someone.

One such time I left town and on my way back, at a point where the land was high and I could see the sea to my left and down the road a long ways, I suddenly felt I was in heaven. The spot was in fact no different from when I had passed it not long before, but my way of seeing it had changed.

Those we meet can change us, sometimes so profoundly we are not the same afterwards.

Si la rose savait que sa grâce et sa beauté la conduisent droit dans un vase, elle serait la première à trancher la gorge avec sa propre épine.

If I weren't in a constant state of metamorphosis, I'd have to battle the gloom that comes with endings because I refuse to wind down in some female fit of the vapors.

I gave myself up to my tears. It was as though my head had turned to clear water, it was falling pleasantly away drop by drop; soon nothing would remain.

Con el correr del tiempo, el recuerdo de aquel abrazo se fue purificando dentro de Otoko; fue dejando de ser algo físico para convertirse en algo espiritual. Ahora ella ya no era pura y sin duda Oki tampoco lo era. Y sin embargo, su antiguo abrazo, tal como lo veía ahora, parecía puro. Aquel recuerdo —en el que ella intervenía y no intervenía, que parecía real e irreal— era una visión sagrada, una visión sublimada del abrazo de antaño.

In the darkness, warmed by the boy beside me, I gave myself up to my tears. It was as though my head had tumed to cleiir water, it was falling pleasantly away drop by drop; soon nothing would remain.

But peace returns to my heart. Not peace as it used to be before it left me years ago. It went away to school, matured as I did, and came back looking like me.

Like a butcher sharpening knife on knife I sharpen heart on heart inside me.

Una vez que nos abrimos al cambio, la primera acción crea un apetito por más cambio.

Desde un punto de vista espiritual, un líder es sólo un reflejo de la conciencia del pueblo. Por lo tanto, ese líder sólo podrá ser tan fuerte y poderoso como lo sean las personas a las que sirve. Los líderes malos están ahí para hacernos pasar a la acción. Cuando vemos algo que no nos gusta en nuestro liderazgo, es para mostrarnos que eso es lo que debemos reconocer y transformar en nosotros mismos.

Mirror becomes a razor when it's broken. A stick becomes a flute when it's loved.

Write down everything you fear in life. Burn it. Pour herbal oil with a sweet scent on the ashes.

What could be poetic in a pigsty enveloped in so many curses?

its kinda like the quest for the Holy Grail. Who gives a shit what the Holy Grail is, the quest is what's important. The transformation is within yourself, that's what is important.

While she was becoming, everyone grew up and became.

Last year, when Zora was a freshman, sophomores had seemed altogether a different kind of human: so very definite in their tastes and opinions, in ther loves and ideas. Zora woke up this morning hopeful that a transformation of this kind might have visited her in the night, but, finding it hadn't, she did what girls generally do when they don't feel the part: she dressed it instead.

Overnight everyone has grown up. While she was becoming, everyone grew up and became.

Four months in the life of a seventeen-year-old is the stuff of swings and roundabouts;... Never again in your life do you possess the capacity for such total personality overhaul.

War transforms its participants. What was once necessary appears inessential; what was taken for granted, unappreciated and abused now reveals itself to be central to our existence. Strange inversions proliferate.

The mantra of the makeover junkie, sucking it in, letting it out; unwilling to settle for genetic fate; waiting instead for her transformation...

How is it possible to hate something so completely and then suddenly love it so unreasonably?