Quotes About Transformation

I'll tell you how the sun rose, a ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran. The hills untied their bonnets, The bobolinks begun. Then I said softly to myself, That must have been the sun!

Le monde est oval. On apprend l'eau par la soif, et la terre par le voyage en mer; la passion par les affres, et la paix par les récits de guerre; l'amour par la mort, et les oiseaux par l'hiver.

My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun - In Corners - till a Day The Owner passed - identified - And carried Me away -

Could you tell me how to grow--or is it unconveyed--like Melody--or Witchcraft?

Did the harebell loose her girdle To the lover bee, Would the bee the harebell hallow Much as formerly?

After you went, a low wind warbled through the house like a spacious bird, making it high but lonely. When you had gone the love came. I supposed it would. The supper of the heart is when the guest has gone.

Morir no es casi nada, algo pasado, pero vivir incluye el morir muchas veces sin tener al alivio de estar muerto.

I am very busy picking up stems and stamens as the hollyhocks leave their clothes around.

The Babies we were are buried, and their shadows are plodding on.

Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music, Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled.

A Death blow is a Life blow to Some Who till they died, did not alive become — Who had they lived, had died but when They died, Vitality begun.

So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise -- Hidden away, cunningly, From sagacious eyes. So from Cocoon Many a Worm Leap so Highland gay, Peasants like me -- Peasants like Thee, Gaze perplexedly!

Our summer made her light escape into the beautiful.

Until the daffodil Unties her yellow bonnet

When Continents expire The Giants they discarded — are Promoted to endure —

I had no portrait, now, but am small, like the Wren, and my Hair is bold, like the Chestnut Bur – and my eyes, like the Sherry in the Glass, that the Guest leaves

Les Étais soutiennent la Maison Jusqu'à ce que la Maison soit achevée Puis les Étais se retirent Et adéquate, droite, La Maison se tient seule Et ne se souvient plus Du Foret et du Charpentier - Telle est exactement l'expérience rétrospective D'une Vie accomplie - Un Passé de Planche et de Clou Et de lenteur - puis tombent les échafaudages Et s'affirme une Âme -

Cada uno de los seres que perdemos algo nuestro se lleva, aunque dejándonos como un cuarto menguante y en las noches mas turbias va a recibir lo mismo que la luna la llamada fatal de las mareas.

Each that we lose takes part of us; A crescent still abides, Which like the moon, some turbid night, Is summoned by the tides.

jenna had felt sexy-funny, like lucille ball with flour streaks on her face, a crumb-covered apron that didn't exactly flatter her, and yet nick had kissed her like a prom king falling for the reinvented girl in a movie.

how much have i changed. i was a parent-pleaser, a dutiful friend. i made safe, careful choices and hoped that things would fall into place for me. but i have learned that you make your own happiness, that part of going for what you want means losing something else. and when the stakes are high, the losses can be that much greater

Second chances are rare and wonderful.

She felt … new, just-made. She felt as if everything she had ever done out of weakness or fear had been undone, and all of her past washed clean.

A crisp new brain without a tenant. A bottle made to be filled by one of us, empty brass waiting to be turned into a bullet. A shiny new horse to be offered to the desperate Horseman in the vain hope that he or she will prefer it over the nearest infantry grunt. A domestic animal bred and broken for one of us to ride.