Quotes About Transformation

The avant-garde no longer simply attempts, as it always must, to carry out transformations within an inherited medium; it claims it is creating a medium of its own, sometimes retaining the old name of theatre, sometimes preferring others: spectacle, show, performance.

Music like religion, unconditionally brings in its train all the moral virtues to the heart it enters, even though that heart is not in the least worthy.

Not only does reality resist those who still criticize it, but it also abandons those who defend it. Maybe it is a way for reality to get its revenge from those who claim to believe in it for the sole purpose of eventually transforming it: sending back its supporters to their own desires.

You have to look at history as an evolution of society.

There is always a period when a man with a beard shaves it off. This period does not last. He returns headlong to his beard.

All spiritual journeys are martyrdoms

Art produces ugly things which frequently become more beautiful with time. Fashion, on the other hand, produces beautiful things which always become ugly with time.

I must say this now about that first fire. It was magic. Out of dead tinder and grass and sticks came a live warm light. It cracked and snapped and smoked and filled the woods with brightness. It lighted the trees and made them warm and friendly. It stood tall and bright and held back the night.

As favor and riches forsake a man, we discover in him the foolishness they concealed, and which no one perceived before.

Salvation is represented here as the response to a Call coming from below, like an awakening out of deep sleep...

Timpul, pur ?i simplu, trecuse pe deasupra, cu cortegiul lui de nout??i ?i de prefaceri, ?i aruncase asupra eviden?ei un fel de v?l de obscuritate.

Timpul, care trece peste toate, r?stoarn? pân? ?i r?sturn?rile, distruge pân? ?i distrugerea. Totul se mi?c?, chiar ?i mi?carea. Ceea ce face ca în cele din urm?, în acest univers agitat ?i imobil, totul s? se transforme mereu ?i nimic s? nu se schimbe niciodat.

?i pe el timpul va sfâr?i prin a-l distruge pentru a-l readuce la via??.

Much else than liberalization has happened in the nineties (in India)

Dear God, I know how far short I fall of focusing on what is truly important. Help me always to remember what is important to You—what's inside rather than outside—and then give me the power through Your Spirit to develop those inward characteristics that please You. In Your name today, Lord, I put on gentleness and kindness and patience and self-control and all the rest. Thank You for what You're accomplishing in my life already. Amen.

The United States was a third-rate military power when World War II began. When it ended, America was the most powerful nation in history.

I long to see Christ's life formed in me. I want to become the person God had in mind when He created me.

A great wind swept over the ghetto, carrying away shame, invisibility and four centuries of humiliation. But when the wind dropped people saw it had been only a little breeze, friendly, almost gentle.

Saintliness means turning pain to good account. It means forcing the devil to be God.

In the second photo I am thirty years old. My face has hardened. The jaws are accentuated. The mouth is bitter and mean. I look like a hoodlum in spite of my eyes, which have remained gentle. Their gentleness is almost indiscernible because of the fixity of gaze imposed upon me by the official photographer. By means of these two pictures I can see the violence that animated me at the time: from the age of sixteen to thirty.

I wanted to swallow myself by opening my mouth inordinately and turning it around over my head so that it would take in my whole body, and then the Universe, until all that would remain of me would be a ball of eaten thing which little by little would be annihilated: that is my way of seeing the end of the world.

Slowly but surely I want to strip her of every kind of happiness as to make a saint of her

Divine was metamorphosed into one of those monsters that are painted on walls, for a customer murmured a magic word: 'homoseckshual

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