Quotes About Transformation

You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in your joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand. ? The Velveteen Rabbit

Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand." ? Margery Williams Bianco, The Velveteen Rabbit

Civil rights. The New Left. Black Power. Feminism. Gay rights. To be remade so many times in one generation is surely a blessing.

The earth's lungs, coated in green ooze and thaw, breathed out blossom-scent and sour rot and fungus-must, wet and warm and aware, where before the air had been cold and blind, remote as the moon.

And then she fell, from standing, foot-fins together, straight into the wavelets, where she was now seal, and she flung herself down toward the deeper water.

I think sometimes the biggest influence isn't what's present in your life, but what's absent. Those missing pieces that shape you and change you, the silences that are louder than the noise.

It had been so long since I'd written, really written, that I'd forgotten what it felt like--how it changed things, shifted everything. I'd forgotten how writing surprises you--how you sit down feeling one thing and come out feeling another--and that I'd never heard my dad's voice in my head like this before, never known I could feel this close to him again, that this letter from him might ever exist. But here it was.

The first time I called myself a 'Witch' was the most magical moment of my life.

When Grinnell approached her, she cried quietly into her hands but let him lead her to the water, where she washed and changed into the calico dress an officer's wife had sent from the fort. Now, free of face paint and hair dye, and wearing Anglo garb, she was ready — or at least dressed — for her return.

Kultur und Todeswissen sind eng miteinander verflochten, wir wissen um die Kurzfristigkeit, um die Begrenztheit des Lebens. Das Gewahrwerden des eigenen Todes ist entscheidende Bedingung für die kulturelle Schöpferkraft. Kultur verspricht Dauer, Kultur schöpft Sinn, Kultur handelt mit Transzendenz. Ihr implizites Ziel ist es, das, was vorgegeben ist, zu überschreiten und ihm so Dauer zu verleihen.

Love works in miracles every day: such as weakening the strong, and strengthening the weak; making fools of the wise, and wise men of fools; favouring the passions, destroying reason, and in a word, turning everything topsy-turvy.

It's not that you have to achieve anything, it's that you have to get away from where you are.

When it's in a book I don't think it'll hurt any more ...exist any more. One of the things writing does is wipe things out. Replace them.

Nothing is slower than the true birth of a man.

Nailed to the beloved body like a slave to a cross, I have learned some secrets of life which are now dimmed in my memory by the operation of the same law which ordains that the convalescent, once cured, ceases to understand the mysterious truths laid bare by illness, and that the prisoner, set free, forgets his torture, or the conqueror, his triumph passed, forgets his glory.

Maybe it only hurt so much because my body was in a solid state . . . I always tried to keep up appearances, and yet at the same time the thing I really wanted, the one thing I truly desired, was my liquefaction.

Life has a way of turning things around. Those who mourn well know this. As a result, they also live well--with courage and curiosity.

From this perspective, creativity is a means of diffusing and managing loss, of transforming it into something that we can tolerate and live through, and, in the long run, perhaps even use as a basis for new life.

It is, in other words, in part through painful processes of loss and separation that we arrive at a sense of who we are. Such processes function as "boundary-creating" experiences that build singular and (more or less) self-sufficient psyches.

When I was younger, I walked on my toes and made clicking sounds with my tongue. A therapist taught me how to stop.

Ziceam: s? trec neobservat, ascuns adânc, în haina-mi sur?, mustind de taine, de?elat, centaur beat, în suc de mur?. ?i-a?a de bine m-am mascat, c? haina-mi deveni natur?, ?i cenu?iul mi-a intrat în ochi, în nas, în piept, în gur?.

Wonders have been born before. Sometimes they've been worshipped. There've been new things over and over, and some creatures have fallen groaning to the ground and others have learned to fly.

Maybe every monster is a miracle meant to change the world.

I'm this thing that emerged from it, some kind of miserable Phoenix.