Quotes About Transformation

She'd assumed the prince was for show, and the frog was their true nature being revealed. What if they actually were Princes? And something I did changed them?

she fell asleep wondering if turning frogs into princes could be learned. Or do you have to be born royalty?

some women turn frogs into princes. But that takes a queen, not a princess — or a shrew. Like most women, you, my dear, turn princes into frogs!

Ze hoeft alleen maar haar bril af te zetten en de aardige Claire Norton verandert in haar verbazingwekkende alter ego: de Blinde Vink! - Claire

Grief takes many forms, including the absence of grief.

She has given me a way out.

I watched as the stars faded and the landscape began to materialize out of the night and become solid again, and the rim of the world grew rose-pink and deepened to orange and then split with molten gold, and the first rays of the sun speared the wide, empty plains.

This time I could be your lunatic daughter," said Maerad. "If that would help." She messed up her hair, trailing tresses across her face in witch-locked tangles, and adopted a slack-jawed expression. Cadvan laughed grimly. "I'm beginning to think that in some respects your education was quite thorough," he said.

Light blooms the brighter in the darkest places.

I tried to become a hawk, it didn't work. I think I got -stuck

I've lost twenty-eight pounds since Emily's death. I've stopped coloring my hair and wearing makeup and I had the bolt-ons removed, and so I am literally no longer the woman I once was. There is no reason to watch me. No flattering reason, anyway.

As though, after five years, a light's been switched on, and how Camille Gardener feels is the only thing that matters

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All it takes is a single moment.

Time is a snow globe; you shake it and everything changes.

I looked at myself in the little mirror. My cheeks were flaming-red, my arms were sunburnt, but another sun had warmed them. The hot passions of those days flowed in my veins, I felt transfigured, old, wise, knowing a thousand things of which I had been barely conscious. Strangely moved by the knowledge that I was separated from that life by only the thinnest vapour, I went downstairs, my little watch ticking the minutes, awakened from its sleep.

There is a kind of life that leads to death. There is a kind of death that leads to life.

Jesus came to do not His own will but His Father's (John 6:38). As a result, He accepted hardship. He was isolated and ill-treated. He endured malice, misunderstanding, and death. Jesus was broken in order that our broken lives may be repaired and transformed. It was He who came to die on a cross, submitting Himself to the will of the Father, in order that He might provide a ransom for all who are humble enough to bow down and say, "That is the very Savior I need.

Man, alone, has the power to transform his thoughts into physical reality; man, alone, can dream and make his dreams come true." Napoleon Hill

Like the shore changing with the swing of the tides, I seem to be uncovering long-hidden propensities, dormant aspects of myself newly exposed by the pull of the moon. For here I am when the tide goes out - speeder slowing down, fighter finding harmony, activist turned contemplative, analyzer seeking synthesis, communard become solitaire, rationalist grown spiritual, teacher turned student, desired dissolving in contentment.

Education is the movement from darkness to light.

For modern men who live in a world transformed by abstractions and who have themselves been transformed by abstractions, the only way to experience man again is by thinking these abstractions through with the help of thinkers who did not share them and who can lead us to experiences that are difficult or impossible to have without their help.

Reason transformed into prejudice is the worst form of prejudice, because reason is the only instrument for liberation from prejudice.

It was a moment before she replied. And in that moment, she realized that what was gone from her was the child in her, she'd crossed a brink from which there was no turning back. Whoever she had been, she was not anymore. And her life, for better or worse, would never again be what it had.