Quotes About Transformation

It looked as if an alchemist had distilled a dozen swords, and when the crucible had cooled this was lying in the bottom: a sword in its pure form.

Deseaba cosas para ella misma. Retorcía el mundo y le cambiaba la forma correcta. Lo revolvía todo con el peso de su deseo.

Tots ens expliquem una història sobre nosaltres mateixos. Sempre. Contínuament. Aquesta història és el que ens converteix en el que som. Ens construïm nosaltres mateixos a partir d'aquesta història.

Dormida era el cuadro de un incendio. Despierta era el fuego mismo.

And as I spoke the words I felt a terrible anger come together inside me. It wasn't hot and furious, as some of my flashes of temper tend to be. This was different, slow and cold. And as soon as I felt it, I realized it had been there inside me for a long while, crystallizing, like a pond slowly freezing solid over a long winter night.

Asleep she was a painting of a fire. Awake she was fire itself.

could indicate she doesn't know who she is," he said. "Or that she does know, and doesn't like it." He looked up and rubbed his nose thoughtfully. "It could indicate restlessness and dissatisfaction. It could mean her nature is changeable and she shifts her name to fit it. Or it could mean she changes her name with the hope it might help her be a different person.

Mi abuelo siempre decía que el otoño es la estación idónea para arrancar de raíz cualquier cosa que no quieras que vuelva a molestarte.

but when I moved to kiss her she pushed me to arm´s length, snorting as if to clear her nose. She told me I reeked of iron and sent me into the forest telling me not to return until I got the bitter stink of it from my face

Om man säger till henne att hon är vacker tycker hon att man är snäll, men hon tror en inte. Hon vet att skönhet finns i betraktarens ögon...Men det finns ett bättre sätt. Man visar henne att hon är vacker... plötsligt förändras den historia hon berättar för sig själv, inne i huvudet. Hon förvandlas. Hon är inte sedd som vacker. Hon är vacker och sedd". (s. 384)

Der Tag, an dem wir beginnen, uns Gedanken über die Zukunft zu machen, ist der Tag, an dem wir unsere Kindheit hinter und lassen.

KiÅŸiyi oraya götüren yol nice yan?lmalardan, rastlant?lardan, hayal k?r?kl?klar?ndan geçiyor.

It was as if he had been born a second time; no, not a second time, the first time, for until now he had merely existed like an animal with a most nebulous self-awareness.

stones, even, are smoother for the dust.

The Lord must have been delighted to call Peter out of his obvious weakness into God's stunning strength by giving him a new name, Rock, designating Peter as a steady place to stand.

Change isn't without cost, and maturity is deepened by hardships.

Hope comes as a companion; she slips her arm around your shoulder and offers to help you stumble toward change

I've watched the Lord press seeds into the sometimes resistant soil of my heart that I might grow out of myself and become more like Him. Sometimes he does the planting alone in the night, when it's just Him and me. But usually God uses others to plant and water the hope that I can do exceedingly more through Christ than I ever dreamed.

Many of us are metaphorically standing in a ring of fire. The assaults of life have pushed us through a wall of fire and here we are, standing in the middle of a circle of flames. The conundrum we face in the circle is: would we rather spend the rest of our lives very uncomfortable, hot and singed, or do we have the courage to walk through the wall of flames again, experiencing a short burning sensation, to freedom from fire? The benefits of being

Out of all the piles of dirt, garbage, and shit we have been handed, we can grow a patch of daisies.

The water boils over. I turn down the heat, carefully drop the noodles in, and watch the dry block soften and separate. What was once stiff and brittle comes unglued. The curls relax into waves as the noodles depart from one another. I sprinkle in the soup base, and the water browns. My mouth waters as I stir the noodles and wonder how in the world Trent Bedderman might get us some cash. Fast.

Every exit is an entrance to someplace else.

I don't fuck much with the past but I fuck plenty with the future.

Well I haven't fucked much with the past, But I've fucked plenty with the future. - Babelogue