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Quotes About Transformation

The Mortification Of Sin In Particular Described
~ John Owen
What gospel principles do not, legal motives cannot do.
~ John Owen
He that would be like unto God must be sure to love him, or all other endeavours to that purpose will be in vain; and he that loves God sincerely will be like him.
~ John Owen
Every approach unto God by ardent love and delight is transfiguring. And it acts itself continually by,—(1.) Contemplation; (2.) Admiration; and, (3.) Delight in obedience.
~ John Owen
The anointing, then, of believers with the Spirit consists in the collation of him upon them to this end, that he may graciously instruct them in the truths of the gospel by the saving illumination of their minds, causing their souls firmly to cleave unto them with joy and delight, and transforming them in the whole inward man into the image and likeness of it.
~ John Owen
2.) Mortification prunes all the graces of God, and makes room for them in our hearts to grow.
~ John Owen
Indeed, it is by beholding the glory of Christ that believers are first gradually transformed into His image and then brought into the eternal enjoyment of it because they shall be forever "like him; for we shall see him as he is" (1Jo 3:2; 2Co 3:18).
~ John Owen
Wherefore let us be much in the contemplation of what he was, what he did, how in all instances of duties and trials he carried himself, until an image or idea of his perfect holiness is implanted in our minds, and we are made like unto him thereby.
~ John Owen
The Spirit of God createth a new nature in us, which is the principle and next cause of all acts of the life of God.
~ John Owen
Life happens when the tectonic power of your speechless soul breaks through the dead habits of the mind.
~ John Patrick Shanley
Mississippi used to be able to do whatever it wanted to do, until the United States found out about it. And now that Mississippi has become part of the United States, things ain't the same. Well, it's become partially part of it, anyway. Which is sayin' a lot, because, when I was a boy, wuddn none of it in America.
~ Unknown
Can you believe it? I had a project that was sure to win the silver trophy, not to mention Miss Green would probably get voted best science teacher, and what happens? She won't even listen to me. I also had another problem. Miss Green had told me not to come back until I had washed off the green paint. Except it wasn't green paint, and I didn't know how to change myself back.
~ Unknown
The highest reward for man's toil is not what he gets for it but what he becomes by it.
~ John Ruskin
The highest reward for a person's toil is not what they get for it, but what they become by it.
~ John Ruskin
And thus the... valley became a garden again, and the inheritance, which had been lost by cruelty, was regained by love.
~ John Ruskin
Imperfection is in some sorts essential to all that we know of life. It is the sign of life in a mortal body, that is to say, of a state of progress and change. Nothing that lives is, or can be, rigidly perfect: part of it is decaying, part nascent. The foxglove blossom - A third part bud, a third part past, a third part full bloom, - is a type of the life of this world.
~ John Ruskin
It's the end of civilization as we know it. And it's going to be great for business.
~ John Scalzi
That's nuts," Niamh said. "That's evolution
~ John Scalzi
But imagine you're a tapeworm, and then suddenly you're Goethe. It's like that.
~ John Scalzi
comes immediately after.
~ John Scalzi
They look like terrain, until they don't." Tom pointed to one of them. "That's Kevin." "Really?" Niamh said. "Fucking Kevin?
~ John Scalzi
Don't think that it's your fate to feel badly in your heart. Act until your heart is singing again!
~ Unknown
A kind of light spread out from her. And everything changed color. And the world opened out. And a day was good to awaken to. And there were no limits to anything. And the people of the world were good and handsome. And I was not afraid any more.
~ John Steinbeck
I wonder why progress looks so much like destruction.
~ John Steinbeck