Quotes About Transformation

The day is ending. It's time for something that was beautiful to turn into something else that is beautiful. Now, let go. With all your heart, ask for grace, and let go. Watch the heat of the day pass into the cool night. Let go. When the past has passed from you at last, let go. Then climb down and begin the rest of your life. With great joy.

What you produce is not necessarily always sacred, I realized, just because you think it's sacred. What is sacred is the time that you spend working on the project, and what that time does to expand your imagination, and what that expanded imagination does to transform your life. The more lightly you can pass that time, the brighter your existence becomes.

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Ruin is the Road to Transformation

Nothing is ever finished and done with in this world. You may think a seed was finished and done with when it falls like a dead thing into the earth; but when it puts forth leaves and flowers next spring you see your mistake.

You have grown a little beard, I said. You see it is not true that one can't change.

One, he said, ticking points off on his fingers. You are no longer a whore. Two, you wore a mask , you little idiot--no one will recognize you if you don't tell them your past. Three, I love you. Four, you love me. Five--he tapped his thumb against his chin--well, I really don't have a fifth reason, but I should think the first four are sufficient.

At first she saw only the mess of roots. There wasn't space in there, surely, for a small dog, let alone a man and boy. But as she watched, a huge hand slapped down on the edge. She started for the hole even as Caliban emerged, head and broad shoulders blackened, clutching Indio to his chest like Hephaestus rising from his underworld forge. She'd never seen such a wonderful sight.

As if she'd merely sleepwalked through everything else in her life prior to his arrival.

I see a woman who has a deep curiosity. Who wants to feel but is worried- of herself? Of others? I'm not sure. But I think she has a fire banked within her. Maybe it's only embers now, glowing in the dark, but if tinder were to be put to those embers... oh, what a conflagration that would be.

Now, had he the dressing of her- and why should he not?- he would put her in reds- rose and scarlet and deep, sensual crimson. Those dark inquisitor's eyes would burn from a foil of crimson cloth, mysterious, feminine. Beautiful. He was startled at the thought. Plain Mrs. Crumb beautiful? Well, most might not think her so, but oh, if she burned-

Perhaps the wine had mingled with the blood in his veins, and now he was part grape.

She said to him, 'You might melt.' And he said, "If I melt, you can make me again.

The thought of flight has melted me, I am less solid than liquid, then I'm going up and going invisible like steam.

He was my husband, my apartment mate, my soul mate, the father of the little plant in my confused soil, the lover who had made me adore his body without inhibition after my years of relative solitude, the person for whom I'd given up my old self.

Dying is something we human beings do continuously, not just at the end of our physical lives on this earth.

What started out as wishful thinking, angel given signs from above, was now just an imprisoned lot of dirty, broken pieces that used to belong to beautifully glistening wholes.

How strange that the nature of life is change, yet the nature of human beings is to resist change. And how ironic that the difficult times we fear might ruin us are the very ones that can break us open and help us blossom into who we were meant to be.

Over and over, we are broken on the shore of life. Our stubborn egos are knocked around, and our frightened hearts are broken open—not once, and not in predictable patterns, but in surprising ways and for as long as we live.

If there is one thing that has made a difference in my life, it is the courage to turn and face what wants to change within me.

To turn back is one kind of death; to go forward is another.

To banish the Hideous Damsel's darkness is to sterilize one's chance at the evolution she brings.

every catastrophe can hand us exactly what we need to awaken into who we really are.

This has the potential to be a rolling doughnut