Quotes About Transformation

you're invigorated with miracle-working ability.

Everything changed for the machines.

You do it for yourself, not for anyone else. When you make something beautiful, you change. You put something of yourself into the thing you make. You're a different person when you're done.

Do you know how to tell if a work is art?" he asked her calmly. "True art changes the artist. The artist puts something into the work and he changes. That's how you tell.

I wasn't wearing war paint. But that didn't matter. I didn't need war paint. I was a different person than I had been, back then.

All those square-jawed heroes of the old science fiction stories had it wrong. You can't save the world as we know it. I did what I could, and I did some good in the world. But you can't save the world without changing it.

If you always do what you've always done, you'll always get what you've always got.

The self you leave behind is only a skin you have outgrown. Don't grieve for it. Look to the wet, raw, unfinished self, the one you are becoming. The world, too, sheds its skin: politicians, cataclysms, ordinary days.

In writing, we see, sometimes with fear and trembling, who we have been, who we really are, and we glimpse now and then who we might become.

Maybe she is right. Maybe the old self has to die for the new self to be born. Or maybe, for me, the old self doesn't have to die. Maybe who I have been is not erasable on the tablet of who I am, or in the book of who I will become. Maybe writing, like painting, can be pentimento—one layer over another, the early layers now and then showing through.

Well, to take me from where I was, and the life I was leading, to the life I lead now with the church and with the Lord and with Jesus Christ, it's a total, total turn-around.

God doesn't take things away to be cruel. He takes things away to make room for other things. He takes things away to lighten us. He takes things away so we can fly.

Even after all this time, I keep forgetting that heroes can be found in unlikely places and persons -- like mechanics who can turn into coyotes.

had just apologized to me. Hell must have been experiencing some climate change.

In this dream, I wasn't a coyote shapeshifter trying to hold a werewolf, I was Coyote's almost daughter, and I had all the strength of the world in my arms.

There was I thinking being a shifter had its upsides. Looks like I was wrong.

Change is neither good nor bad. It's just change. Frightening, but survivable.

Brother Wolf gave Anna an amused look and then went back to being scary.

He smiled, a wide, joyful expression—and oddly the fangs didn't rob the smile of its charm. "I am at peace, Mercy," he told me. He closed his eyes and quit moving his body. "Just like you told me. I will never be okay again." He didn't sound unhappy about it.

Rabies has a lot in Common with vampirism." said Adam

We are all monsters here, he said. It's too late for any of us to be anything else.

Fire is a powerful thing. It cleanses as it destroys- and it brings light to darkness.

The pack was better with Anna in it, in ways far more subtle than he or his da had expected. They had hoped for calm—they had not expected happy.

Never starve a werewolf, or he might ask you to join him for lunch.