Quotes About Transformation

the Spiritual Disciplines are the means God uses for producing in us the needed transformation of heart and mind and soul.

As we see in Ezra's life, committed study of Scripture can bring about much more than merely head knowledge. It can bring God himself into all the recesses of our being, for "the word of God is living and active" (Heb 4:12). Take

Joy is the keynote of all the Disciplines. The purpose of the Disciplines is liberation from the stifling slavery to selfinterest and fear.

How, then, do we step into the richness and power of this life?

Conversion does not make us perfect, but it does catapult us into a total experience of discipleship that affects - and infects - every sphere of our living.

That was when our love began for me, though late, the way a flock of darkness settles over your shoulders. I remember the muted reflections that smudged the water prowling among the lingering rocks, a snail crawling out of its shell, the drizzle of light, the blackened windows. It was when that the sun peeled away the dark from the air, the surface of the water, then the soul. —Richard Jackson, from "Place Message Here," The Cortland Review . Spring 2005.

This is why I have written you in here, hoping to find a way to change the meanings of these words, to say war but mean peace, death but mean life, hate but mean your love, nothing but everything you could possibly mean to be. from "Misunderstood

When do you realize the selves you left behind have gone on without you, living the many lives you now begin to resemble?

It is in this marvellous transformation of clods and cold matter into living things that the joy and the hope of summer reside. Every blade of grass, each leaf, each separate floret and petal, is an inscription speaking of hope. So that my hope becomes as broad as the horizon afar, reiterated by every leaf, sung on every bough, reflected in the gleam of every flower.

Pull on the new flesh like borrowed gloves and burn your fingers once again.

If fucking up is power, I should be the Hulk by now.

See? Even dead she makes me a better whatever-the-hell it is I am. A less stupid person. A more considerate monster.

Hell didn't make me a monster. It just confirmed all my worst fears about myself.

On mobile phones: "It looks like a TV remote fucked a little typewriter and this is the bastard offspring

I wish I could say, "No more Mr. Nice Guy," but the boat sailed on that one a long time ago.

Are you asking because you want to see if doc can turn you into a librarian when all this is over?" [p.240:]

It's more than coping. It's adaptation. You go into the dark one species and mutate to fit your surroundings. Grow better eyes and ears. Get used to the feel of the air so you can tell when something is coming at you. After a while you're so suited to the environment you're a whole new species.

The necromancer is the Blue Fairy to my Pinocchio and I want to be a real boy again.

ONCE UPON A time I was a regular jackass living a regular jackass life.

What's that old Sunday school warning about how if you fight dragons too long, you can become one? That's been spinning around in my head for years, long enough that I know I'd rather be a dragon than a sheep to the slaughter.

Hi, Keitu. Look how you've grown," I say, which is stupid because it's the last thing kids want to hear.

All great men begin as fools. It's one of life's little jokes.

And if I do live, I don't know if my body is ever going to be right again. I mean, even if I figure out what Ludovico's Ellicit is and get cured, I might look like Freddy Krueger's foreskin forever.

Whatever happened, he wasn't just Mason anymore. He was Mason and something else. Like God's older brother, who takes God's money, steals his car, and fucks his girlfriend. That's Mason now. A guy who isn't afraid to pants God...