Quotes About Transformation

If you ever get started on the right path to change, there is one important precondition you have to meet. You must rid yourself of that gnawing and overpowering sense of urgency and panic that always seems to appear on the scene.

He had to admit that the biggest inhibitor to change lies within yourself, and that nothing gets better until you change.

You can't change the fruit without changing the root.

If you want to experience prosperity at a miraculous level, you must leave behind your old ways of thinking and develop a new way of imagining what is possible for you to experience in your life.

The dark side is insidious. Hate will transform you into the very evil that you are fighting so hard against. - Satele Shan

I am Revan reborn and before me you are nothing.

When you start the breathing, and the prana flow begins again after 13,000 years of not functioning, higher self may begin to take control of your life and purify it. By this, I mean that persons, places and things in your life that were blocking spiritual development will often leave you.

The 90-degree turn is crucial to understanding how to make resurrection or ascension real. The dimensional levels are separated by 90 degrees, musical notes are separated by 90 degrees, and the chakras are separated by 90 degrees — 90 degrees keeps coming up over and over again. In fact, in order for us to enter into the fourth dimension (or any dimension, for that matter), we must make a 90-degree turn.

you were to change the wavelength of your consciousness and in so doing change all your body patterns to a wavelength different from this universe, you would literally disappear out of this world and reappear in the one to which you were tuned.

Like Abraham you will believe, like Sarah you will conceive, and like Moses you will rise from your isolation and exile. You will live again. God is determined to reverse your tragedy into transformation and crown your tomb with the testimony of a glorious resurrection. From

This did not happen in spite of the chronos season; it happened because of what was taking place in and through the chronos season.

When one burns one's bridges, what a very nice fire it makes.

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To destroy is always the first step to creation.

and down they forgot as up they grew.

a total stranger one black day knocked living the hell out of me- who found forgiveness hard because my(as it happened)self he was -but now that fiend and i are such immortal friends the other's each

Treat a man like dirt-he produces flowers.

the other guineahen died of a broken heart and we came to New York. I used to sit at a table,drawing wings with a pencil that kept breaking and i kept remembering how your mind looked when it slept for several years,to wake up asking why. So then you turned into a photograph of somebody who's trying not to laugh at somebody who's trying not to cry

though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens

tomorrow is our permanent address

your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose

Now is the time when all occasional things close into silence.

Ever since this day I have dreamt sometimes... I, a street rat in my soul, dream even now... that if it were possible to life this littered, paved Manhattan from the earth... and all its torn and dripping pipes and conduits and tunnels and tracks and cables--all of it, like a scab from new skin underneath--how seedlings would sprout and freshets bubble up, and brush and grasses would grow over the rolling hills...

the forms of life were volatile and that everything in the world could as easily be something else.