Quotes About Transformation

God changes his appearance every second. Blessed is the man who can recognize him in all his disguises.

Use the time you voted for smoking to read. Changes will be on the walls of this world.

You touch my soul, woman. You touch what I am, what I once was, and what I will be.

Determination born of desperation transformed into purpose. Soon afterward, when I learned of her disappearance, I wasn't the least surprised. I understood. I had disappeared once, too.

Determination born of desperation transformed into purpose.

They open their wings, flash patterns and color, fly from flower toflower. I, with the dark brittles and many feet of the former form, inchalong the ground. Sometimes all I want is two armfuls of air, a fistful of sky.

They open their wings, flash patterns and colors, fly from flower to flower. I, with the dark bristles and many feet of the former form, inch along the ground. Sometimes all I want is two armfuls of air, a fistful of sky.

He thought of Darwin sleeping out on the pampas during his Beagle trip, a middle-class white kid travelling the world, the first of the backpackers. It was only afterwards, really, that he had made any sense of what he had seen. Alex wondered what, in the fullness of time, he himself would make sense of, what small, crucial detail might be lodging itself in his brain that would shake his life to its foundations.

It was a kind of sin, certainly, to forget—but it was not easy to remember, especially when names changed, languages changed. A century-old name held that century; when replaced, a hundred years were wiped out at one stroke. Amnesia set it; reality itself, being metamorphic, was affected.

You may die a hundred deaths without a break in the mental turmoil. Or, you may keep your body and die only in the mind. The death of the mind is the birth of wisdom.

Save all your energies and time for breaking the wall your mind has built around you.

You have put so much energy into building a prison for yourself. Now spend as much on demolishing it. In fact, demolition is easy, for the false dissolves when it is discovered.

Do not be afraid of freedom from desire and fear. It enables you to live a life so different from all you know, so much more intense and interesting that, truly, by losing all you gain all.

You do not tidy up a dark room. You open the windows first. Letting in the light makes everything easy. So, let us wait to improve others until we have seen ourselves as we are - and have changed.

What refuses to die cannot be reborn.

When there is total surrender, complete relinquishment of all concern with one's past, present and future, with one's physical and spiritual security and standing, a new life dawns, full of love and beauty; then the guru is not important, for the disciple has broken the shell of self-defense. Complete self-surrender is liberation by itself.

Increase and widen your desires until nothing but reality can fulfill them. It is not desire that is wrong, but its narrowness and smallness. Desire is devotion. By all means, be devoted to the real, the infinite, the eternal heart of being. Transform desire into love. All you want is to be happy. All your desires, whatever they may be, are expressions of your longing for happiness. Basically, you wish yourself well.

If you want peace and harmony in the world, you must have peace and harmony in your hearts and minds. Such change cannot be imposed; it must come from within.

Study the prison you have inadvertently built around yourself.

When you are free of the world, you can do something about it. As long as you are a prisoner of it, you are helpless to change it. On the contrary, whatever you do will aggravate the situation.

Self-realization definitely comes first. The mind cannot go beyond itself by itself. It must explode.

The more we cloak our divinity, the dimmer the spark becomes. If we choose to shape our lives according to the lesser amount of light, rather than the boundless amount of light from the source, this becomes the yardstick by which all our experiences are measured.

The saint, we are told, once lived a life of sin - nothing spectacular, of course, just the usual things.

But you grew out of it." "Grew? No. I burned it all down, drank myself into a stupor, pissed off everyone I knew." They think about that for a moment, how sometimes the only way to learn not to play with fire is to go up in flames.