Quotes About Transformation

A rage so sharp it turned to grief. A grief so big it turned to rage.

In the only way that pain can be truly remembered, through a new pain.

Every saint has a past and every sinner has a future." – Oscar Wilde

In the middle of a wrist's suicide slash-line, below the layered skin and above the pulse, there's an acupuncture point that says, Get back to who you were meant to be. This is the heart spot, the center. Your whole life the skin on that place will stay closest to being a baby's skin, as close as you can get anymore to the way you started, the way you once thought you'd always be.

She decided to free herself, dance into the wind, create a new language. And birds fluttered around her, writing "yes" in the sky.

And so, like a courtesan, forced to perform the dance of the seven veils, I grudgingly reveal the names, one by one, of the cities that have carved their names into me, leaving behind the scar tissue that forms the bulk of who I am.

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Elles disent, si je m'approprie le monde, que ce soit pour m'en déposséder aussitôt, que ce soit pour créer des rapports nouveaux entre moi et le monde.

Elas dizem que aprenderam a contar com a própria força. Dizem que sabem o que significa estarem juntas. Dizem que aquelas que reivindicam uma nova língua primeiro se deparam com a violência. Dizem que aquelas que querem transformar o mundo primeiro se apoderam de fuzis. Dizem que começam do zero. Dizem que um novo mundo está surgindo.

Our illness is often our healing.

C'è stato un tempo in cui osavo sognare che Miriam e io, superati i novanta, saremmo spirati insieme, come Filemone e Bauci. E allora un munifico Zeus, con un lieve tocco del caduceo, ci avrebbe trasformato in due alberi vicini, coi rami che si sfiorano d'inverno, le foglie che si intrecciano a primavera.

Your heart is full of fertile seeds, waiting to sprout. Just as a lotus flower springs from the mire to bloom splendidly, the interaction of the cosmic breath causes the flower of the spirit to bloom and bear fruit in this world.

Iron is full of impurities that weaken it; through forging, it becomes steel and is transformed into a razor-sharp sword. Human beings develop in the same fashion

We can no longer rely on the external teachings of Buddha, Confucius, or Christ. The era of organized religion controlling every aspect of life is over. No single religion has all the answers. Construction of shrine and temple buildings is not enough. Establish yourself as a living buddha image. We all should be transformed into goddesses of compassion or victorious buddhas.

Those who are enlightened never stop forging themselves.

Now is the time to work on becoming the kind of person you would like to be.

For a zoned-out, stupefied populace, "democracy" will be nothing more than the right to shop, or to choose between Wendy's and Burger King, or to stare at CNN and think that this managed infotainment is actually the news. Corporate hegemony, the triumph of global democracy/consumerism based on an American model, is the collapse of American civilization. So a large-scale transformation is indeed going on, but it is one that makes triumph indistinguishable from disintegration.

A modern school of historians contends that the so-called Dark Ages were a period of ascent rather than of decline, that with the withering of the pagan classic civilization came the first budding of a new culture that was to develop into our modern civilization.

By the end of the fifteenth century, people were seeking something still newer. What they sought, and what they found, was Modern Times.

The writer] has to be the kind of man who turns the world upside down and says, lookit, it looks different, doesn't it?

Art is a crucial, dangerous operation we perform on ourselves. Unless we take a chance, we die in art.

Bitter is wine, but it sweetens all bitterness.

T]he 'subject-in-process' [is] a term I use heuristically to capture the idea that subjectivity is constituted (by language, discourse, or power), inessential and thus perpetually open to transformation.

To Force Heaven Mars Shall Have A New Angel