Quotes About Transformation

The implementation of liberty/freedom, as Robert Hayden, the U.S. poet laureate in the 1970s, put it, has been the "way we journeyed from Can't to Can.

Death swallows death.

Every star was once darker than the night, before it awoke.

Life into death—life's other shape, no rupture, only crossing.

New Rome will be destroyed by the attacks of new vandals.

New vandals will destroy what former vandals failed to abolish.

Nothing is made, nothing disappears. These are the old truths. The same changes, at the same places, never stopping.

Our desire to say more grows bigger and what to say about it, except that saying is not always about saying, growing is not always about growing.

Sun is a hearthstone, a merry-go-round of extinguished hearthstones.

To transform a grimace into a sound sounds impossible, yet it is possible to transform a vision into music, to go outside an enslaved personality, to become impersonal by transforming into sand, into water, into light.

You mark and celebrate errors, transforming failures into successes.

I got lost sorting out the ways I had aged out of the situation I was in.

without his black cloak and helmet he looked different somehow

People passed, spoke and waved with no idea that innocence had sloughed from my body and lay in a heap at my feet.

Whether we remain the ash or become the phoenix is up to us.

Markings in dry clay disappear Only when the clay is soft again. Scars upon the self disappear Only when one becomes soft within.

There are things I can't force. I must adjust. There are times when the greatest change needed is a change of my viewpoint.

I feel very privileged to hear how somebody used to run around stickin' people up and stealing cars, and now they're gettin' their life back together... I just love the stories. The stories of the fallen world, they excite us. That's the interesting stuff.

Change the changeable, accept the unchangeable, and remove yourself from the unacceptable.

Some things just couldn't be protectd from storms. Some things simply needed to be broken off...Once old thing were broken off, amazingly beautiful thing could grow in their place.

Yep, that girl was as dead as you could get inside. But Scarlett Jo wasn't worried. Not really. Because sometimes a person has to die in order to really live.

And then he was gone. Gone in so many ways. Not just lost in the moment, but lost in Abigail. She'd come into his home and found her way into his boarded-up heart. She'd pulled off the sheets, dusted the corridors, and let the sun in again. It felt good. He felt alive. She made him feel alive.

Let me walk through the fields of paper touching with my wand dry stems and stunted butterflies....

To speak of sorrow works upon it moves it from its crouched place barring the way to and from the soul's hall.