Quotes About Transformation

Sometimes you had to let go of your convictions, or at least loosen them far more than you ever thought you would.

It wasn't that Faith had become political in some sort of moment of epiphany; it was more that the world had moved and she had moved too.

Books light the fire - whether it's a book that's already written, or an empty journal that needs to be filled in.

People wanted one another to do something. They wanted someone to say the thing that they could then take into themselves and transform into something else.

When I learned to read, it changed everything.

Then it wouldn't be long before they all found themselves shocked and sad to be fully grown into their thicker, finalized adult selves, with almost no chance for reinvention.

They wanted someone to say the thing that they could then take into themselves and transform into something else. A word might land in a certain way; or maybe not even a word. Maybe a gesture, or a moment of listening.

I always feel lifted the minute I taste real air. The minute I see the sun-scorched signs, the swaying traffic-lights. The lab is gone. But not tonight, it seems. Tonight all I can think of is Diane Fleming rolling into town, starting fires.

that was when it happened. A click of her jaw, like a pit bull's or cobra's unlocking

Bad things happen and then they're over, but where do they go?

If it hadn't been what it was, it would've been beautiful.

Because she was solid gold, fourteen-carat, barely burnished despite twenty years of hard molling. But beneath it, I knew, beneath that gold and stardust, she was all grit and sharp teeth gnashing, head twisting, talons out, tearing flesh. She was all open mouth, tunneling into an awful nothing.

Then, at last, I had what I didn't know I was looking for: the antidote to my loneliness, which shriveled and withered away. Until that moment, I hadn't realized how much of me it had been.

I cannot explain how it begins, or why it happens, what strange alchemy puts such things in motion.

A ghost. Smoke and dust and shadow. Nothing substantial until I chose to be, and when I did, no one would ever underestimate me again.

It wasn't just her words, it was her way of putting them together, the voice that seemed to gain power with each one, so that my head had been filled with images so magically vibrant it was as if I had seen them with my own eyes. She changed the world into something fine. She made one believe.

The two of you made something so beautiful it changed the way I saw it. I'll never think of those places the same way again.

We do not stay as we were born, none of us." I poured a glass of wine. "We are all made. And this—what I am—was nothing but one more choice in a sea of choices.

We labored under the pretense that nothing had changed when everything had, and I understood him, but i no longer knew him.

He put my fingertips to his mouth and kissed them. Licked the trace of blood away. Made them clean. Then I knew the truth I had been denying. He made me clean. Dan made me clean and shining and bright. He made me beautiful, and I did not want to lose him.

There's nothing that says you can't change." "Not even if it changes everything else?" I shook my head. "Not even then.

Time has that funny way of smoothing out the rough edges of things, even ones that hurt a little bit. Or a lot.

Navigating this new world made Sunny feel like Dorothy stepping out from her black-and-white house into a world of color so bright it didn't seem real. Everything in this world seems like a dream.

But confidence bred confidence, that's what her dad had always told her back in the days when she'd been a skinny, flat-chested nerd girl with a boy-intimidating vocabulary and no hope of being asked to the prom.