Quotes About Transformation

No chão, encostado ao balcão, acocorava-se, imóvel como uma coisa, um homem muito velho. Os muitos anos haviam-no reduzido e polido como fazem as águas a uma pedra ou as gerações dos homens a um provérbio

al cabo de los siglos, todas las cosas recuperarán su estado anterior

Basta caminar algún trecho por la implacable rigidez que los espejos del pasado nos abren, para sentirnos forasteros y azorarnos cándidamente de nuestras jornadas antiguas. No hay en ellas comunidad de intenciones, ni un mismo viento que las empuja.

Chuang Tzu sognò di essere una farfalla e al risveglio non sapeva se era un uomo che aveva sognato di essere una farfalla o una farfalla che ora sogna di essere un uomo.

comprendí que el incesante y vasto universo ya se apartaba de ella y que ese cambio era el primero de una serie infinita.

Un hombre se confunde, gradualmente, con la forma de su destino; un hombre es, a la larga, sus circunstancias.

Omul ajunge s? se confunde, treptat, cu forma destinului s?u; cu vremea, el se suprapune circumstan?elor vie?ii sale.

Herakliti thote se njeriu nuk lahet kurre dy here ne te njejtin lume. Ne nuk lahemi kurre ne te njejtin lume, sepse ujerat e tij nderrojne. Akoma me e tmerrshme eshte se ne nuk jemi me pak ujore se lumi. Sa here qe lexojme nje liber, libri ndryshon, ngjyrimi i fjaleve te tij eshte tjeter. Sepse librat jane mbrujtur me te shkuar.

nuestro siglo XX había transformado la fábula de Mahoma y de la montaña; las montañas, ahora, convergían sobre el moderno Mahoma.

I don't want to continue being Jorge Luis Borges; I want to be someone else. I hope that my death will be total; I hope to die in body and soul.

În chip nedesluÈ™it, a intuit c? trecutul e substanÈ›a din care e alc?tuit timpul; de aceea timpul se preschimb? numaidecât în trecut.

Cuando se acerca el fin, ya no quedan imágenes del recuerdo; sólo quedan palabras. No es extraño que el tiempo haya confundido las que alguna vez me representaron con las que fueron símbolos de la suerte de quien me acompañó tantos siglos. Yo he sido Homero; en breve seré Nadie, como Ulises; en breve seré todos: estaré muerto.

When writers die they become books, which is, after all, not too bad an incarnation.

A writer, or any man, must believe that whatever happens to him is an instrument; everything has been given for an end. This is even stronger in the case of an artist. Everything that happens, including humiliations, embarrassments, misfortunes, all has been given like clay, like material for one's art. One must accept it.

What sculpture is to a block of marble, education is to a human soul.

Capitalism Survive?—I have tried to show that a socialist form of society will inevitably emerge from an equally inevitable decomposition of capitalist society.

Muttering, rolling our eyeballs upward, we are becoming a new kind of bivalve

To have another life, one ought to be able to wrap up the first one, and the job should be done neatly.

We're in a freefall into future. We don't know where we're going. Things are changing so fast, and always when you're going through a long tunnel, anxiety comes along. And all you have to do to transform your hell into a paradise is to turn your fall into a voluntary act. It's a very interesting shift of perspective and that's all it is... joyful participation in the sorrows and everything changes.

The black moment is the moment when the real message of transformation is going to come. At the darkest moment comes the light.

Perhaps some of us have to go through dark and devious ways before we can find the river of peace or the highroad to the soul's destination.

When we quit thinking primarily about ourselves and our own self-preservation, we undergo a truly heroic transformation of consciousness.

How to get rid of ego as dictator and turn it into messenger and servant and scout, to be in your service, is the trick.

The usual hero adventure begins with someone from whom something has been taken, or who feels there is something lacking in the normal experience available or permitted to the members of society. The person then takes off on a series of adventures beyond the ordinary, either to recover what has been lost or to discover some life-giving elixir. It's usually a cycle, a coming and a returning.