Quotes About Transformation

It is interesting to note, harking back again to the exponential growth of information technology, that the hardware on which Watson ran in 2011 was said to be about the size of the average bedroom. Today, we are told, it runs on a machine that is the size of three pizza boxes, and by the early 2020s Watson will sit comfortably in a smartphone.

The Canadian science-fiction writer William Gibson could well have been speaking of technology in the professions when he said: '[t]he future has already arrived. It's just not evenly distributed yet.

Technology will be the main driver of this change. And, in the long run, we will neither need nor want professionals to work in the way that they did in the twentieth century and before.

As late as 2000, Cukier and Mayer-Schönberger note, only 25 per cent of the world's stored information was in a digital form. Today that proportion is 98 per cent.5

there be different and better ways of producing knowledge and making it available in society, methods that might not directly involve the traditional professions at all?

El futuro del servicio jurídico no son Grisham ni Rumpole, (1) ni sus pelucas, sus salas de audiencias recubiertas de madera, sus volúmenes forrados en cuero o su argot jurídico arcaico. Ni siquiera es ya hoy dominante el modelo de abogacía concebido como un servicio de asesoría profesional individualizada, desempeñada por abogados que reciben a sus clientes en sus despachos, ya sean esplendorosos o polvorientos, y ofrecen su orientación jurídica a medida.

A day will dawn when you will laugh at all your past efforts." Ramana Maharshi

In the span of one hundred and forty seconds I have transformed once again. I spill out of the seat, and to the back of the white beast, the crisp night air filling my lungs…There is plenty of life out here. Hands shoved into my coat pockets, the laughter of a circus clown echoing in the alleyways between tiny houses, the brick apartment buildings, the long warehouses that extend away from me. And already I can feel my hands on his neck.

Love is unbroken country. Every step ya take deeper into it changes you. Makes you more. Changes the geography of who you are. And if yer brave enough to enter it alone and find your place in it, ya can't never be lonesome again on accounta ya come to live in everything love touches.

choice is our superhuman power. It allows us to change everything all at once,

The change that comes our way will come in many forms. In sights that are mysterious to our eyes, in sounds that are grating on our ears, in ways of thinking that will crash like thunder in our hearts and minds. But we must learn to ride each one of these horses of change. It is what the future asks of us and our survival depends on it.

The change that comes our way will come in many forms. In sights that are mysterious to our eyes, in sounds that are grating on our ears, in ways of thinking that will crash like thunder in our hearts and minds. But we must learn to ride each one of these horses of change. It is what the future asks of us and our survival depends on it. That is the spirit teaching of the Horse.

Even if I know I shall never change the masses, never transform anything permanent, all I ask is that the good things also have their place, their refuge.

Parsifal is on his way to the temple of the Grail Knights and says: "I hardly move, yet far I seem to have come", and the all-knowing Gurnemanz replies: "You see, my son, time turns here into space

The beautiful changes as a forest is changedBy a chameleon's tuning his skin to it.

The werewolf's painful change. Turning his head awayOn the sweaty bolster, he tries to rememberThe mood of manhood,But lies at last, as always,Letting it happen, the fierce fur soft to his face,Hearing with sharper ears.

One must not content oneself with small demands but must rise to the thought that all living creatures have to be redeemed. One must not be trivial and irresponsible in heart, but must strive to make deeds prove one's words.

I was leaving the South to fling myself into the unknown . . . I was taking a part of the South to transplant in alien soil, to see if it could grow differently, if it could drink of new and cool rains, bend in strange winds, respond to the warmth of other suns and, perhaps, to bloom

It was not a matter of believing or disbelieving what I read, but of feeling something new, of being affected by something that made the look of the world different.

I wish to be an "I" no longer. I reject my "I." My desire is to be a "He." "When He is revealed, we shall be like Him" (1 John 3:2).

To believe in Him is not such a great thing. To become like Him is truly great.

From now on a fire burned within us, as it did in the disciples on the road to Emmaus. "Snowflakes cannot fall on a hot stove," says an Indian proverb. The coldness of this world could no longer harm us, although we had to pass through bitter times.

If you lived like a proletarian long enough, among proletarians, weren't you almost certain to become a proletarian too?

People did change, and a change could be a bloom as well as a withering...