Quotes About Transformation

Consider how hard it is to change yourself and you'll understand what little chance you have in trying to change others.

Consider how hard it is to change yourself and you'll understand what little chance you have in trying to change others

was low in the sky, and the woods seemed to be sprouting strange

Le fait est que, de renoncement en renoncement, Anne se sent depuis quelques temps devenir de plus en plus riche. C'est comme si chacun des espoirs, auxquels naguère elle se cramponnait, avait été une espèce d'amarre , la fixant et l'entravant; et, à chaque amarre rompue, ou bien lâchée, quelque chose en elle bascule, dérive, retrouve un meilleur équilibre. (p217)

Life is like that. Destruction precedes emergence of something better. Destruction is not bad. It only feels that way.

After the first death there is no other.' Do you know who wrote that?

Before I came to New York I lived here, in this mausoleum. I was nothing. I was dead. When I came to New York it was like a veil lifting. For the first time I felt I was alive, breathing.

Love changes and changes. Then it changes again. . .

Someday somebody's going to come along and knock this old fence down.

I love that people think the world is even halfway ready for what we about to bring.

first book There are seven of them, haikus mostly but rhyming ones, too. Not enough for a real book until I cut each page into a small square staple the squares together, write one poem on each page. Butterflies by Jacqueline Woodson on the front. The butterfly book complete now.

It was an epiphany, the kind only a horrible trauma can induce.

It was like a lucky pebble kept in my pocket that got so shined up from rubbing against the denim that no one could tell it had ever been an ordinary stone.

If civilization has risen from the Stone Age, it can rise again from the Wastepaper Age.

Me retiré lleno de curiosidad y hambriento de las ideas nuevas que muy pronto colmarían mi espíritu con la ayuda de Soberano. Lo vi al otro día, y los siguientes; no tuve otra pasión; me convertí en su sombra.

The stage in which the human being was a mere slave of the mechanical tyrant has been passed. When man himself becomes a machine, he attains to the marvelous freedom of unconsciousness, the freedom of the machine itself.

perhaps I am a Lacanian because I formerly did Chinese

Mereu sfârÈ™im prin a deveni un personaj în propria noastr? poveste.

dôležitejší je fakt, že ke? sa láska zmocní ?loveka - nechcem poveda? hocijaká láska, hovorím o láske k Bohu a k blížnemu, - celú subjektivitu o?is?uje, a tým o?is?uje aj prame? tvorby.

?o sa potom stane, ak na druhej strane - a teraz z h?adiska ?udského dobra - mravné svedomie umelca za predpokladu, že ho má, prehlási, že nie?o v diele, ?o je umelecky dobré a nutné, pokým môže súdi?, je mravne zlé a musí sa teda zmeni?? ..potom sa umelec musí snaži?, aby o?istil svoj prame?. nie je to pohodlné a je na to treba ve?kú trpezlivos?. iné reálne riešenie neexistuje.

La vie est une cerise La mort est un noyau L'amour un cerisier

Critical art is an art that aims to produce a new perception of the world, and therefore to create a commitment to its transformation. This schema, very simple in appearance, is actually the conjunction of three processes: first, the production of a sensory form of 'strangeness'; second, the development of an awareness of the reason for that strangeness and third, a mobilization of individuals as a result of that awareness.

Sometimes we are lucky enough to know that our lives have been changed, to discard the old, embrace the new, and run headlong down an immutable course. It happened to me at Le Mourillon on that summer's day, when my eyes were opened to the sea.

And how odd a thing change was. She hadn't even recognized the shift within herself until it was already done. She hadn't felt it when she'd begun to value her own thoughts. She hadn't even believed it when she'd begun to feel wild and reckless. She'd only let it happen and never attached a word to it. Love. She'd fallen in love. Not only with Peter, but with herself too. With the wayward woman she could be. In a gown with lace and embroidery, in a tavern maid's bartered dress, and in his arms.