Quotes About Transformation

Her face had been digitally erased and replaced by the star's, but I would have recognized anywhere those shoulders and tight waist, the way she turned like an eel through the air, as though she had all the time in the world.

It will rain, and the blood will wash away and the carcass will be taken away and all will be fresh and new.

My face looked like a picture of someone else. I turned this way and that. No, more like a picture of a rock after some vandal has ripped off its decades-old layer of moss and soil, and the bare stone is revealed.

To hear you talk is like hearing him talk when he first become king.

The metal rippled and flowed where it was not rusted.

The world turned, ripened, grew hotter and heavier.

The first thing that caught her eye was one of J.C. Dahl's huge paintings of fjord light and water. She stood before it and her restlessness dropped away. She became as still as the deep dark of the fjord. I know if I put my hands on her shoulders, they would be soft and relaxed. This was a Julia I had not seen before: distant, analytical, expert.

Orange is just change, Sara. Not all good, not all bad. Just different.

A new Tammy, the tentative beginnings of a new life. But there were still a few threads from the old that needed to be dealt with.

She held out her hands and we hugged. I remembered when she used to engulf me. Now I was an inch or two taller, though her bone and muscle still felt like granite.

Old ways are not always the best ways.

Autumn, like grief, changes everything.

She looked at her big hand, red now. Men's blood. She had killed a man; more than one man. The world looked no different, but she felt different in it, as though it had tilted on its axis and the line of stars had changed.

After some months on the road she was taller still, her muscles hard but her smile more ready.

The music, when it came, with a rish, a gush of voice seeking its note, ripped away her indifference and tore through her as sudden and shocking as snowmelt.

She felt hot, then cold, then nothing at all, like a bubble rising through water, then floating, then lifting free.

They reckon you feel love in your heart but that's bollocks. True love, the type what strikes you down and makes you change for ever, you feel that kind of love in every fucking organ inside you.

True love, the type that strikes you down and makes you change forever, you feel that kind of love in every f*****g organ inside you. Liver, kidneys, heart, and spleen. Every tiny cell what makes up your brain and your spine, your bones and blood and muscles. It keens through you.

The French Revolution has been the highest wave of the Gnostic tide.

The facility with which industrial capitalism constructs and destroys—obeying clear precepts of profitability—transforms the average man into an intellectual, moral, and physical nomad. Whatever is permanent today is an obstacle.

Humanity will one day solemnly recall the events that initiated the dismantlement of the industrial society.

Gebildet ist der Mensch, der die höchsten Ergebnisse des Geistes in physiologische Reflexe umformt.

Cambiano meno gli uomini le idee che le idee i loro travestimenti. Nel corso dei secoli dialogano le stesse voci.

Humanity is not cured of its diseases except by means of catastrophes that decimate it. Man has never known how to renounce at the right time.