Quotes About Transformation

He plashed away, like paddles on water, toward the door, and every step he made returned to me gradually my feet, my hands, my fingers. My soul again spread equally throughout my body. I was able to breathe.

And how can there be a final revolution? There is no final one. The number of revolutions is infinite.

Revolutions are infinite.

Bir nokta, her ÅŸeyden daha fazla bilinmeyen içerir. Tüm yapmas? gereken k?p?rdamas?, az?c?k yerinden oynamas?d?r; binlerce deÄŸiÅŸik eÄŸriye, yüzlerce kat? biçime dönüÅŸebilir. K?p?rdamak istemiyorum... Korkuyorum. Neye dönüÅŸeceÄŸim?

Argi neskauda, kai sprogsta pumpuras?

And why then do you think there is a last revolution? There is no last revolution, their number is infinite...

Yesterday was to me like the paper through which chemists filter their solutions: all suspended particles, all that is superfluous remains on this paper. And this morning I went downstairs freshly distilled, transparent.

Do enamorado sussuro das ondas, nós extraímos eletricidade; dessa fera brava que se desfaz em espuma fizemos um animal doméstico e, pelo mesmo método, domesticamos e submetemos o elemento bárbaro da poesia. Doravante, a poesia não é já o imperdoável trinado do rouxinol; a poesia é um serviço estatal, a poesia é utilidade.

How can there be a final revolution? There is no final one; revolutions are infinite.

Then a momentary curtain of cotton-wadding clouds-through it- and the sun was shining in a blue sky. Seconds, minutes, miles—and the blue was quickly becoming firm and suffused with darkness, the stars were emerging like drops of cold silver sweat.

There is no final one; revolutions are infinite.

What a long way it is from one life to another, yet why write if not for that distance.

People don't vanish from one's life; they come back in disguise.

How many miles of river melting and how many trees of blossoms blooming would it take for the season to be called spring?

Smile in the mirror. Do that every morning and you'll start to see a big difference in your life.

I realized that if my thoughts immediately affect my body, I should be careful about what I think. Now if I get angry, I ask myself why I feel that way. If I can find the source of my anger, I can turn that negative energy into something positive.

spring passes and one remembers one's innocence summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance there is a season that never passes and that is the season of glass -- Season of Glass, 1981

All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another. —Anatole France

Ari-Name-geändert fixierte mich und sagte, du hast behauptet, du wärst ein Angsthase, und jetzt bist du hier der einzig Furchtlose. Ich rief ihm zu, ich hätte nur Angst, bis was passiere, aber wenn es dann einträte, wäre sie weg.

HaMa'alot MiMa'amakim

We will change in order to create the future!

I will tell you what this people need, with regard to preaching; you need, figuratively, to have it rain pitchforks, tines downwards, from this pulpit, Sunday after Sunday. Instead of the smooth, beautiful, sweet, still, silk-velvet-lipped preaching, you should have sermons like peals of thunder, and perhaps we then can get the scales from our eyes.

Don't forget that in the midst of all your pain and heartache, you are surrounded by beauty, the wonder of creation, art, your music and culture, the sounds of laughter and love, of whispered hopes and celebrations, of new life and transformation, of reconciliation and forgiveness.

I think that most creative fiction involves the transformational process, whether it is Dickens or Dostoyevsky and the writer in some sense is expressing their own journey through such a wilderness.