Quotes About Transformation

Art is born of humiliation.

Soft as the earth is mankind and both need to be altered.

He shaped and molded that office to the contours of his own heroic stature.

In many ways the Reformation was born out of the sense of the hopelessness and spiritual powerlessness of sinners.

Some alien blessingis on its way to us.

If you don't change your beliefs, your life will be like this forever. Is that good news?

Sometimes people carry to such perfection the mask they have assumed that in due course they actually become the person they seem.

When we plant a rose seed in the earth, we notice that it is small, but we do not criticize it as "rootless and stemless." We treat it as a seed, giving it the water and nourishment required of a seed.

III Those masterful images because complete Grew in pure mind, but out of what began? A mound of refuse or the sweepings of a street, Old kettles, old bottles, and a broken can, Old iron, old bones, old rags, that raving slut Who keeps the till. Now that my ladder's gone, I must lie down where all the ladders start In the foul rag and bone shop of the heart.

Those masterful images because complete Grew in pure mind, but out of what began? A mound of refuse or the sweepings of a street, Old kettles, old bottles, and a broken can, Old iron, old bones, old rags, that raving slut Who keeps the till. Now that my ladder's gone, I must lie down where all the ladders start In the foul rag and bone shop of the heart.

Everything in this world is eater or eaten, seed is the food, fire is the eater.

A terrible beauty is born.

The stars are threshed, and the soub are threshed from their husks.' WILLIAM BLAKE

The other was out on the road late at night waiting for her young man, when something came flapping and rolling along the road up to her feet. It had the likeness of a newspaper, and presently it flapped up into her face, and she knew by the size of it that it was the Irish Times. All of a sudden it changed into a young man, who asked her to go walking with him. She would

O bid me mount and sail up there Amid the cloudy wrack, For Peg and Meg and Paris' love That had so straight a back, Are gone away, and some that stay Have changed their silk for sack.

My body of a sudden blazed; And twenty minutes more or less It seemed, so great my happiness, That I was blessed and could bless.

It was at the moment of the fall of day when every man may pass as handsome and every woman as comely.

They gave him a manger for a cradle, a carpenter's bench for a pulpit, thorns for a crown, and a cross for a throne. He took them and made them the very glory of his career.

For education among all kinds of men always has had, and always will have, an element of danger and revolution, of dissatisfaction and discontent.

We would rather be ruined than changed. We would rather die in our dread than climb the cross of the moment and see our illusions die.

She survived whatever happened; she forgave; she became.

The true men of action in our time those who transform the world are not the politicians and statesmen but the scientists. Unfortunately poetry cannot celebrate them because their deeds are concerned with things, not persons, and are therefore speechless. When I find myself in the company of scientists, I feel like a shabby curate who has strayed by mistake into a drawing room full of dukes.

The words of a dead man Are modified in the guts of the living.

It is time for the destruction of error.