Quotes About Transformation

Do werewolves dream of shapeshifted sheep?

We must be willing to get rid of the life we've planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us. The old skin has to be shed before the new one can come. Joseph Campbell

You can experience trauma without getting stuck as the victim forever. You can choose to work the shit and rebuild yourself, or you can sit in the ruins and mourn forever.

shed his Harvard persona in his late twenties and moved to South Carolina, where he'd immediately made a fortune in real estate. Judging from everything Emily had told me, he'd morphed into a first-class Southern boy, a real straw-chewin', tobacco-spittin' hick, which of course appalled Miranda, the epitome of class and sophistication. B

His father clasped his shoulders, holding him at arm's length, looking him up and down. "You've grown." "It's been eleven years," said Jack numbly. "Of course I've grown.

I'll believe it when I see it, missy. Snakes don't change their scales, no matter how many times he"—Miss Gwen poked her sword parasol in the Gardener's general direction—"changes his name. What has it been? Four names so far? Five? It's getting hard to keep track. Make up your mind already.

Strange, that the thought of him still evoked such bitterness in her. She had thought death would have conquered that, transmuting bitterness to grief and recriminations to guilt. For a time it had. But like an alchemist's experiments, the transformation had proved illusory.

History is an angel being blown backwards into the future

Their first actual kiss was a one-celled organism which, after they had been standing on the stairway kissing for some time, evolved into something rather grander--a bird of paradise, for example.

Dig a little, he continues. Search. Examine. Sculpt from the inside out, and not the other way around. Don't be afraid to screw up along the way.

I keep thinking that if I could just unzip my skin, step out of this body, then I would see who I really am." She nods her head slowly. "What do you think you'd look like?" "Smaller, for a start.

Shame, turned inside out, is rage.

I keep thinking that if I could just unzip my skin, step out of this body, then I would see who I really am.

Everyone is born a freak, notes Hayley. Every newborn baby, wet and hungry and screaming, is a fresh-hatched freak who wants to have a good time and make the world a better place. . . . Most teenagers wind up in high school. And high school is where the zombification process becomes deadly.

How did I get like this?

This is the story of a girl who lost her voice and wrote herself a new one.

The gloaming that closed over us the cemetery had crawled inside his skin.

The tears dissolve the last block of ice in my throat. I feel the frozen stillness melt down through the inside of me, dripping shards of ice that vanish in a puddle of sunlight on the stained floor. Words float up Me: Let me tell you about it.

In the spring of fifth grade, the boob fairy arrived with her wand and smacked Cassie wicked hard.

The world turns upside down every day.

A merda de um cara é o adubo de outro.

Cubism. Seeing beyond what is on the surface. Moving both eyes and a nose to the side of the face. Dicing bodies and tables and guitars as if they were celery sticks, and rearranging them so that you have to really see them to see them.

When we were girls we rode horses disguised as bicycles

And after the crop is harvested the fields cleared of rocks and stubble swords beaten into plowshares dirt furrowed the new seeds, planted deep and cared for, will grow into strong children with kind hands and strong bodies and honorable hearts the first generation unscarred untouchable that's your loss and our triumph