Quotes About Transformation

Of one thing I am perfectly sure: God's story never ends with ashes.

God is in the business of making us walking, breathing examples of the invisible reality of the presence of Christ in us.

Birth is not a beginning and death is not an ending. They are merely points on a continuum.

Ella lo explicó diciendo: —Si yo logro que una sola persona cambie los sentimientos de odio y venganza por los de amor y compasión, entonces he sido digna de sobrevivir.

No se puede sanar al mundo sin sanarse primero a sí mismo.

El conocimiento va muy bien -le dije- pero el conocimiento solo no va a sanar a nadie. Si no se usa.

una vez que hemos hecho todo el trabajo que nos ha sido encomendado al enviarnos a la Tierra, se nos permite desprendernos del cuerpo, que nos aprisiona el alma como el capullo envuelve a la mariposa, y...» bueno, entonces la persona tiene la más maravillosa experiencia de su vida.

en la muerte no hay dolor, miedo, ansiedad ni pena. Sólo se siente el agrado y la serenidad de una transformación en mariposa.

Los sueños nos enseñan que nuestro ser querido no es, en esencia, la persona enferma de la que nos despedimos entre lágrimas en el hospital. Ni tampoco es el cuerpo que vimos en el tanatorio. Nuestro ser querido está sano y salvo, es la persona que conocimos y que echamos de menos ahora.

Ser infeliz y sufrir es como forjar el hierro candente, es la ocasión que nos es dada para crecer y la única razón de nuestra existencia.

A new self reveals itself when the old carapace has shed and died, as though we live in exoskeletons with something truer underneath.

People aren't the same when they've lived in India. It changes them, I've often noticed it.

He tells her that, when Nola first died, he thought he'd die himself, of the sorrow. He says he'd read that grief has a catabolic effect and he thought for sure it would take him right out, this immense and gnawing pain, that it would eat him alive from the inside out. But it didn't. It took a long time for him to shift things around so that he could still love and honor Nola but also love and honor life, but it happened. And it will happen to her.

Nothing helped until the day she took a tablet and pencil into the basement and moved the event out of her and onto paper, where it was reshaped into a kind of simple equation: loss equaled the need to love again, more.

It seems like all the time people are making themselves themselves, but they don't really know it. You can only have true visions when you look behind. A person can slide so fast into being something they never really intended. I wonder if you can truly resurrect your own self.

Oh, what I want to do is hand my life over to someone else. That's all. And they could rearrange everything into something that would make sense.

I felt my aloneness like a coat. You think you get used to death in the dying. But after the dying is done, you see how the end is the beginning.

But you know what usually happens when you take a vacation to a place that galvanizes you and makes you feel like you're going to change your life. You come home and get right back into your old habits. Meanwhile, a slow fire burns. A

some of us create our own prisons for ourselves, we fall into ways of being that we feel we can't change.

That is the gift of love, not only that you have somebody but that you are changed by somebody.

Love purifies everything

Eighteen. The word is a poem.

People must hope so much when they tear streets up and fight at barricades. But, whoever wins, the streets are laid again and the trams start running again. One hopes too much of destroying things. If revolutions do not fail, they fail you.

You're not a frog; you're a toad