Quotes About Transformation

Education either functions as an instrument which is used to facilitate integration of the younger generation into the logic of the present system and bring about conformity or it becomes the practice of freedom, the means by which men and women deal critically and creatively with reality and discover how to participate in the transformation of their world.

the more that sin is seen, the more it is hated, and therefore it is less. Dust particles are in a room before the sun shines, but they only appear then.

For where God intends to do any good, he first works in them a gracious disposition: after which he looks upon his own work as upon a lovely object, and so doth give them other blessings. God crowns grace with grace. By

I cut off my head and threw it in the sky. It turned into birds. I called it thinking.

His hands keep turning into birds, and his hands keep flying away from him. Eventually the birds must land.

Anyone can paint a mask. It's boring. And everyone secretly wants to collaborate with the enemy, to construct a truer version of the self. How much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it's some kind of murder? Difficult, to be confronted with the fact of yourself.

I cut off my head and threw it in the sky.

Kissing degenerates into biting.

This is the place, you say to yourself, this is the place where everything starts to begin, the wounds reveal a thicker skin and suddenly there is no floor.

You were burned, you were about to burn, you're still on fire.

names of fire and flight and snow

He was not dead yet, not exactly— parts of him were dead already, certainly other parts were still only waiting for something to happen, something grand

as if he's trying to tell you that there is some sort of shining star now buried deep inside you and he has to dig it out with a knife.

You were driving toward something and then, well, then you found yourself driving the other way.

His hands keep turning into birds, and his hands keep flying away from him. Eventually the birds must land. - Unfinished Duet

I didn't want to see it this way, everything eating everything in the end.

Something has happened in the paint tonight and it is worth keeping.

And here is the tabernacle reconstructed.

You asked me once, What are we made of? Well, these are the things we're made of. One house, two house. The road goes away from here.

the horses running until they forget that they are horses.

Rumplestiltskin names that are always changing, names that no one's ever able to figure out.

But people keep outgrowing their outgrowing

Just as pretending to be brave can become real courage, we may find that outfitting ourselves as the person we want to be brings us closer to becoming that person.

We are advancing into a post-professional society.