Quotes About Transformation

When I listened to the lady telling her story, I could relate to not being welcome someplace. I liked the idea that God might take that very thing that stunk the worst about your life and change it around into something good.

The journey between what you once were and who you are now becoming is where the dance of life really takes place. —Barbara DeAngelis (Left by

As hard as it is to change yourself, it's even harder to change someone else.

What can I say to convince you the Houses of Parliament dissolve night after night to become the fluid dream of the Thames? I will not return to a universe of objects that don't know each other, as if islands were not the lost children of one great continent. The world is flux, and light becomes what it touches.

How swiftly the strained honey of afternoon light flows into darkness and the closed bud shrugs off its special mystery in order to break into blossom: as if what exists, exists so that it can be lost and become precious

Still, when your truthful eyes, your keen, attentive stare, endow the vacuous slut with royalty, when you match her soul to her shimmering hair, what can she do but rise to your imagined throne? And what can I, but see beyond the world that is, when, faithful, you insist I have the golden key-- and learn from you once more the terror and the bliss, the world as it might be?

Todo momento de encontrar es un perderse a sí mismo.

When the convert emerges from the water, the world seems changed. The world has not changed, it is always wonderful and horrible, iniquitous and filled with beauty. But now, after baptism, the eyes that see the world have changed.

You cannot just have a socialist revolution in Norwood and nowhere else.

People who read poetry have heard about the burning bush, but when you write poetry, you sit inside the burning bush.

Memory revises me.

In this life, this is how one must wait, past despair, the heart a fossil, the minutes molten, the feet turned to stone.

Sooner of later, God will again bear out that semblance He makes of me each day. He'll knead, fold, punch, pull, mark, smudge, erase, and tear away. Sometimes it feels like love. And makes me tremble. Sometimes it hurts like death. And makes me shake.

How the waterlilies fill with rain until they overturn, spilling water into water, then rock back, and fill with more.

With God, it isn't who you were that matters; it's who you are becoming.

In that moment, he wanted to be worthy of her trust. He wanted to do every bit of the hard work of proving to her that he wasn't the same kid who had walked out on his family. ~Eli

Maybe God doesn't always fix what's shattered. But he can make something new and beautiful out of what's been broken." ~Violet

Wasn't my hair shorter than when they last saw me?

Full-time, not a semi-mer like me.

Wandering, meandering, and leaving the familiar are quintessential impulses of longing. Similar to a seed nesting in the darkness that emerges into the light, longing is a growth gesture essential for connection, transformation, and innovation. It is also a voice from deep within that cannot be ignored even when we think what we long for is forever lost.

The only sure thing in this life is change. That is the one thing you may rely upon.

I learned for the first time that when we lose the people closest to us, we tend to become more like them—as if to fill immediately the unbearable lack they have left behind.

When we lose the people closest to us, we tend to become more like them -- as if to fill immediately the unbearable lack they have left behind.

The beauty is that people often come here for the stretch, and leave with a lot more.