Quotes About Transformation

But then what? What occurs after revelation and paralysis? Either death or a slow and certain thawing. A returning to the physical world.

A bird can be a bat. A bat can be a piece of floating plastic bag. Way of the world. To see things as other things.

I mourned the child I had known who was kind and sweet and curious, and yet could not stop killing.

So she sang back silently to them, as a comfort, there in the cell, and when the moonlight lay thick and bright against the gritty cheek of the sand dune, the foxes would gambol and prance for the sheer delight of it and beckon her to join them, would let her into their minds that she might know what it was to gambol and to prance on those four legs, then these four legs, to see the world from a fox's level. It was almost like flying. Almost.

The face that stares back at you from the mirror later in life is so different than when you're young. There's a winnowing away and a shutting down. A sense of something having been taken from you and you don't know exactly what it is, just that it isn't there anymore. What opens up to you instead is experience, is cunning, is foreknowledge. Nothing you sought.

What was a person but someone who turned monstrous, anyway? What was a person, in Moss's experience, but a kind of demon.

Already his wings were burning up and he felt more like some ponderous moaning creature trapped in the mire.

Enemies were teachers in disguise.

Think what you like. There are people who die by remaining alive and others who gain life by dying.

It'll be messy, but after a day you'll be zipping around as though you were a thousand years old again.

As meditation deepens, compulsions, cravings, and fits of emotions begin to lose their power to dictate our behavior. We see clearly that choices are possible: we can say yes, or we can say no. ... All we are is the result of what we have thought. By changing our mode of thinking, we can remake ourselves completely.

This process involves three distinct phases: awareness, emotional healing, and empowerment. Yet, regardless of the type of relationship, the process is always one of reclaiming yourself.

Entraron al Portal de los Varilleros pidiéndole a Dios que las convirtiera en moscas, pero a esa hora las moscas se habían ido a dormir y Dios había olvidado su forma y su tamaño. Y el milagro no les fue concedido

Frente al espejo aprendió las palabras y las risas. Cuando se casó, Justino acaparó las palabras y los espejos y ella atravesó unos años silenciosos y borrados en los que se movía como una ciega, sin entender lo que sucedía a su alrededor. La única memoria que tenía de esos años era que no tenía ninguna. No había sido ella la que atravesó ese tiempo de temor y silencio.

Cada seis años la Patria cambia de apellido

Cuando la Revolución agonizaba

En ese tiempo, un lunes era todos los lunes, las palabras se volvían mágicas, las gentes se desdoblaban en personajes incorpóreos y los paisajes se transmutaban en colores.

Metamorfosis! ¿Qué sería "metamorfosis" sin el diccionario…? Un montón de letritas negras.

Savor powerlessness, after power, in every phase that matches it precisely; replace every old triumph with the new defeat; strengthen yourself on your weakness; win yourself back when so very lost.

Contudo, o sentimento em relação às terras distantes permanece, e o interesse por elas jamais arrefece. Assim, o homem cavouca, insaciável, em épocas passadas e em culturas desconhecidas. A rigidez da própria existência aumenta, e essas épocas e culturas oferecem o instrumento inesgotável para a transformação.

One needs time to free oneself of wrong convictions. If it happens too suddenly, they go on festering.

Le nostre paure non vanno mai perdute, anche se i loro nascondigli sono misteriosi. Forse, di tutte le cose del mondo, nulla si evolve e si trasforma meno della paura. Quando penso ai miei primi anni, per prima cosa ritrovo le paure di cui essi abbondarono in maniera inesauribile. Molte le ritrovo soltanto ora, mentre in altre, che non troverò mai, risiede presumibilmente il segreto che mi fa desiderare una vita interminabile.

One day when I was able to get up, I decided to look at myself in the mirror on the opposite wall. I had not seen myself since the ghetto. From the depths of the mirror, a corpse was contemplating me. The look in his eyes as he gazed at me has never left me.

I still believe in man in spite of man. I believe in language even though it has been wounded, deformed, and perverted by the enemies of mankind. And I continue to cling to words because it is up to us to transform them into instruments of comprehension rather than contempt. It is up to us to choose whether we wish to use them to curse or to heal, to wound or to console.