Quotes About Transformation

Transformation without work and pain, without suffering, without a sense of loss is just an illusion of true change.

El tiempo nos impulsa hacia delante o hacia atrás y va alterando nuestro aspecto.

When Li Bai turned back to poetry, the clouds rose in formation to see him off, the river stood as witness, and the monkeys cheered for him. The landscape itself stood aside to make way for his passage. His increasingly weighty ship of life was transformed back to a light skiff.

Other people must be destroyed. In order that I might truly face the sun, the world itself must be destroyed....

If we look on idly, heaven and earth will never be joined. To join heaven and earth, some decisive deed of purity is necessary. To accomplish so resolute an action, you have to stake your life, giving no thought to personal gain or loss. You have to turn into a dragon and stir up a whirlwind, tear the dark, brooding clouds asunder and soar up into the azure-blue sky.

The living and the dead, The awake and the sleeping, The young and the old are all one and the same. When the ones change, they become the others. When those shift again, they become these again. God is day and night. God is winter and summer. God is war and peace. God is fertility and famine. He transforms into many things. Day and night are one. Goodness and badness are one. The beginning and the end of a circle are one.

You were so beautiful when you wanted to die. When you wanted to live, you became so ugly.

In the pale light of daybreak the gravestones looked like so many white sails that would never again be filled with wind, sails that, too long unused and heavily drooping, had been turned into stone just as they were. The boats' anchors had been thrust so deeply into the dark earth that they could never again be raised.

However, as words become particularized, and as men begin - in however small a way - to use them in personal, arbitrary ways, so their transformation into art begins.

Once the world has been transformed into something meaningful, some feel they can die without regret. Others feel that they exist in a world without meaning, so what's the point of living? But where do these two sets of feelings converge? For Hanio, both paths led to the same thing: death.

Those words of my friend were like fertilizer poured over the poisonous weed of an idea deeply planted in me.

É um erro comum, próprio da infância, pensar que se se transformar o demónio em herói, o demónio fica satisfeito.

I hope that I am making myself understood. The Golden Temple once more appeared before me. Or rather, I should say that the breast was transformed into the Golden Temple.

Il mondo di certo finirà in rovina, però prima che ciò avvenga per alcuni attimi si materializzeranno splendide movenze che in un altrettanto breve intervallo scompariranno.

Sentivo l'urgenza di cominciare a vivere. Cominciare a vivere la mia vera vita? Quand'anche dovesse essere una mascherata pura e semplice e niente affatto la mia vita, era venuto ugualmente il momento in cui bisognava ch'io mi mettessi in cammino, che trascinassi i miei torbidi piedi

still, the loss of something is significant, and I think that loss is the necessary source of a new manifestation.

Tu sei come un torrente chiaro che scorre sulle rocce, io sono come il suo letto levigato, eroso dalla corrente. Solo se il torrente si asciuga il letto viene risparmiato ma, nonostante tutto, quest'ultimo non vuole inaridirsi e desidera ardentemente che le acque non cessino di scorrere e di consumarlo...

L]oss is the necessary source of a new manifestation. Some night I might see my emerald ring appear as a green star somewhere in the sky.

To follow its shadow, to remain forever within it, she herself would have to become the sea. And at that moment, in a single great surge, she did.

A passagem do tempo, nunca deixa de fazer suas vítimas, sempre transforma o que era sublime em matéria para comédia. O que afinal fica corroído? Se o exterior é corroído, será verdade, então, que o sublime pertence por natureza apenas a um exterior que esconde um cerne cômico? Ou será que o sublime pertence de fato ao todo, mas acaba coberto por uma poeira ridícula?

What transforms this world is — knowledge. Do you see what I mean? Nothing else can change anything in this world. Knowledge alone is capable of transforming the world, while at the same time leaving it exactly as it is. When you look at the world with knowledge, you realize that things are unchangeable and at the same time are constantly being transformed.

Yet how strange a thing is the beauty of music! The brief beauty that the player brings into being transforms a given period of time into pure continuance; it is certain never to be repeated; like the existence of dayflies and other such short-lived creatures, beauty is a perfect abstraction and creation of life itself. Nothing is so similar to life as music.

E?ek dervi? olmaz odun çekmekle tekkeye, deve hac? olmaz gidip gelmekle Mekke'ye.

We became a trickle that grew into a river.