Quotes About Transformation

And yet, as we have discovered, you are someone entirely different," he said gently. "You are no longer Ellyn the Fletcher." "And because of that you no longer love me?" "I will love you as long as I draw breath. But it may not be my right to love you any other way.

You can't think yourself into new ways of acting; You only can act yourself into new ways of thinking.

There's never a good time for Mindfulness, and there's never a bad time. Mindfulness is one of those things you simply do, because if you practice being aware - completely open to the universe, just exactly as it is - you will transform your life in time.

Acceptance can transform but if you accept in order to transform, it is not acceptance. It is like loving. Love seeks no reward but when given freely comes back a hundredfold. He who loses his life finds it. He who accepts, changes.

The Mask Always a mask Held in the slim hand whitely Always she had a mask before her face— Truly the wrist Holding it lightly Fitted the task: Sometimes however Was there a shiver, Fingertip quiver, Ever so slightly— Holding the mask? For years and years and years I wondered But dared not ask And then— I blundered, Looked behind the mask, To find Nothing— She had no face. She had become Merely a hand Holding a mask With grace. —Author unknown

If I use empathy to liberate people to be less depressed, to get along better with their family, and at the same time not inspire them to use their energy to rapidly transform systems in the world, then I am part of the problem. I am essentially calming people down, making them happier to live in the systems as they are, and I am using empathy as a narcotic.

O mundo em que vivemos é aquilo que fazemos dele. Se hoje é impiedoso, foi porque nossas atitudes o tornaram assim. Se mudarmos a nós mesmos, poderemos mudar o mundo, e essa mudança começará por nossa linguagem e nossos métodos de comunicação.

Nonviolent Communication can change the world. More importantly, it can change your life. I cannot recommend it highly enough.

We only feel dehumanized when we get trapped in the derogatory images of other people or thoughts of wrongness about ourselves. As author and mythologist Joseph Campbell suggested, "'What will they think of me?' must be put aside for bliss." We begin to feel this bliss when messages previously experienced as critical or blaming begin to be seen for the gifts they are: opportunities to give to people who are in pain.

the more you become a connoisseur of gratitude, the less you are a victim of resentment, depression, and despair. Gratitude will act as an elixir that will gradually dissolve the hard shell of your ego—your need to possess and control—and transform you into a generous being. The sense of gratitude produces true spiritual alchemy, makes us magnanimous—large souled. —Sam Keen, philosopher

We can change not only our behavior but how we define ourselves. When we put ourselves in a box marked "That's not me," we ensure that we'll never get out of it.

Understanding the past is perfectly admissible if your issue is accepting the past. But if your issue is changing the future, understanding will not take you there.

You can continue doing what you're doing for a long time. But you'll never become the person you want to be.

change is not a one-way street.

Not all of us require a violent life-threatening knock on the head to change our behavior. It only seems that way.

Environments are not just containers, but are processes that change the content totally.

Our Age of Anxiety is, in great part, the result of trying to do today's job with yesterday's tools and yesterday's concepts.

We shape our tools and thereafter our tools shape us.

We become what we behold. We shape our tools, and thereafter our tools shape us.

First we build the tools, then they build us.

The goal in handling dragons is not to destroy them, not merely to disassociate from them, but to make them disciples. Even when that seems an unlikely prospect.

One day, years later, the soldiers wheeled around to find themselves in a city of glass. Their rifles turned to carnival glass; bullets dissolved, glittering, in their hands. From the poet's zoo they heard monkeys cry; from the poet's observatory they heard poem after poem like a call to prayer.

de la necesidad lampedusiana de que todo cambie para que todo siga igual.

Valls permanecía aletargado dentro de su bola de excrementos, pajitas y tierra como la larva subterránea del escarabajo pelotero.