Quotes About Transformation

fond of offending his superiors and is fond of making revolutions has never been known.

Every seed goes through the tremendous struggle of losing itself – losing its safety and integrity and becoming vulnerable to every outside force that's around. But without that vulnerability, without the breaking, without the shedding of the shell, life won't sprout.

Unless you begin to see the hollowness of where you are right now, you will not begin to seek something else strongly.

A human is not a being; he is a becoming. He is an ongoing process, nothing is fixed.

By consciously getting your body into a certain posture, you can also elevate your consciousness, you can change the very way you feel, think, understand, and experience life simply by sitting in a particular way.

A human is not a being; he is a becoming. He is an ongoing process – a possibility. For this possibility to be made use of, there is a whole system of understanding the mechanics of how this life functions and what we can do with it, which we refer to as yoga.

Si te sacas los ojos y los lavas en el agua purísima del llanto, ¿por qué no el corazón ponerlo al aire, al sol, un rato?

I used to spend every morning in detention at my old school.

Isn't it the most blissful thing in the world to be away from everything you have ever known--to be so far away that you don't even know yourself anymore and you're not sure you ever want to come back to all of the things you're a part of?

I had been a girl of whom certain things were expected, none of them too bad: a career as a nurse, for example; a sense of duty to my parents; obedience to the law and worship of convention. But in one year of being away from home, that girl had gone out of existence.

The night-soil men can see a bird walking in trees. It isn't a bird. It is a woman who has removed her skin and is on her way to drink the blood of her secret enemies. It is a woman who has left her skin i a corner of a house made out of wood. It is a woman who is reasonable and admires honeybees in the hibiscus.

The photograph of my brother that is in this album shows a young man, beautiful and perfect in the way of young people, for young people are always perfect and beautiful until they are not, until the moment they just are not.

I had begun to see the past like this: there is a line; you can draw it yourself, or sometimes it gets drawn for you; either way, there it is, your past, a collection of people you used to be

I identified with the yearnings of this man; I understood finding the place you are born in an unbearable prison and wanting something completely different from what you are familiar with, knowing it represents a haven.

I was a new person then, I knew things I had not known before, I knew things that you can know only if you have been through what I had just been through.

You cannot dream yourself into a character; you must hammer and forge yourself one.

When this is over, I'm not going to be the same guy. I'm going to live as if I were a great man.

Life is pain. War is change. The raw materials of life hammered and shaped into something with a purpose.

And if you think far enough about it you know that a molecule of water that once fell from you in a tear or a drop of sweat or a drop of blood forty years ago might be back in your veins or in your bladder after having gone through the ground and down streams into the sea and around the world as vapor and clouds and back to where you are as rain or snow, and into you via your morning coffee, maybe even having passed through an Eskimo and a fox and an oak tree in the meantime.

If you would have your home and your surroundings happy, be happy. You can transform everything around you if you will transform yourself.

Make pure thy heart, and thou wilt make thy life rich, sweet and beautiful.

As a man purifies his heart, temptation ceases, for when a certain unlawful desire has been taken out of the heart, the object which formerly appealed to it can no longer do so, but becomes dead and powerless, for there is nothing left in the heart that can respond to it.

The birds are molting. If only man could molt also — his mind once a year its errors, his heart once a year its useless passions.

involution always precedes evolution