Quotes About Transformation

Octavia E. Butler

JOÃO CHOSE AAOR. HE accepted help from it and talked to it and caressed its small breasts once he realized that neither it nor anyone else minded this. The breasts did not represent true mammary glands. Aaor would probably lose them when it metamorphosed. Most constructs did, even when they became female. But João liked them. Aaor simply enjoyed the contact.

sinful past behind, and become one of us. Help us to make America great again." He's had notable success with this carrot-and-stick approach.

change, and with Jarret, who with his war and his Crusaders, has slowed it even more.

They were slow changes compared to anything that might happen here, but it took a plague to make some of the people realize that things could change.

Leave your sinful past behind, and become one of us. Help us to make America great again.

All that you touch You Change. All that you Change Changes you. The only lasting truth is Change. God is Change.

All that you touch You Change. All that you Change Changes you. The only lasting truth Is Change.

Create no images of God. Accept the images that God has provided. They are everywhere, in everything. God is Change— Seed to tree, tree to forest; Rain to river, river to sea; Grubs to bees, bees to swarm. From one, many; from many, one; Forever uniting, growing, dissolving— forever Changing. The universe is God's self-portrait.

the world changes if two, dizzy and entwined, fall on the grass

Ser uno mismo es, siempre, llegar a ser ese otro que somos y que llevamos escondido en nuestro interior, más que nada como promesa o posibilidad de ser.

My body, plowed by your body, will turn into a field where one is sown and a hundred reaped.

Sanctification is conformity to the image and the example of Christ. The more the believer is growing like Jesus, the more he is growing in holiness.

The trouble with a kitten is THAT Eventually it becomes a CAT

Tea began as a medicine and grew into a beverage.

Alas! The only flower known to have wings is the butterfly; all others stand helpless before the destroyer.

wash off the journey

in a postmodern world, even gods and sacred objects must travel or lose their vitality; any deity that remained stuck in its place and original purpose would soon become moribund.

An image of an image, which is a perfect place to live if you want to be something other than what you once were.

It had been a five-year exercise in self-immolation.

The situation is grave: the way we lean over each other, the way years later we emerge: hunchbacked, hooded, with full grown tender things called souls.

They had found the courage to reject a life which no longer merited the name.

to someone from nowhere, every movement turns into a return

But it also crossed my mind that in spite of all, in spite of our fragility and ignorance, we have an incredible advantage over the stars – it is for us that time works, giving us a major opportunity to transform the suffering, aching world into a happy and peaceful one.