Quotes About Transformation

Welcome to the only class that will teach you how to survive. Welcome to art. This is where you find your true self, if you dare(16)".

If I could turn into a wisp of smoke, I could slip into them and disappear.

My fingers stroking the bark, seeking a Braille code, a clue, a message on how to come back to life after my long undersnow dormancy. I have survived. I am here. Confused, screwed up, but here. So how can I find my way? Is there a chainsaw of the soul, an ax I can take to my memories or fears?

On the morning of my Born Day, I thought my problems were over. That I'd grown from Changeling to Amazon. That I was ready to be a warrior. Instead, I lost everything. Everyone. I lost myself, too.

Set foot on the campus and it changes you forever. It's... He paused like he was searching for the right word, something I'd never seen him do before. It's Nerdvana! he finally declared.

And so, with extra Leslie help and a chorus of angels disguised as teachers and librarians for years unstinting with love and hours of practice, those ants finally marched in straight lines for me shaped words, danced sentences, constructed worlds for a girl finally learning how to read I unlocked the treasure chest and swallowed the key.

I unscrewed the top of my head and rinsed out my brainpan with salt water from the North Sea and so began my next life

Yesterday's dirt and mistakes have moved through me. I am shiny and pink inside, clean. Empty is good. Empty is strong.

Laurie Halse Anderson

WE HAVE IT IN OUR POWER TO BEGIN THE WORLD OVER AGAIN. . . . THE BIRTH - DAY OF A NEW WORLD IS AT HAND. —THOMAS PAINE, COMMON SENSE

Ci tenevamo per mano mentre percorrevamo il sentiero di pan di zenzero dentro la foresta, col sangue che ci gocciolava dalle dita. Danzavamo con le streghe e baciavamo i mostri. Ci trasformammo in ragazze d'inverno e, quando lei cercò di andar via, la spinsi di nuovo nella neve perché avevo paura di restare da sola.

boom! powering underwater, mermaid made real I felt my gills growing I could breathe without air.

HOW does a music lover transform into an actual music maker? What

glass, a substance that went from liquid to solid through the use of fire and air

So many changes, eating away at the world like water dripping on a rock.

I've heard it said that everybody stops smoking, that the trick is to be alive when it happens.

Don and I took Bill Coons and made a writer out of him.

He inhabits now that part of himself Which lay formerly desolate and uncolonised. - Mark of Patmos

The old love was slowly metamorphosed into admiration, just as his physical longing for her (so bitter at first) turned into a consuming and depersonalized tenderness which fed upon her absence instead of dying from it.

I know what it's like to have someone coming home who looks at you not in the way they used to in the old days, and I've seen my own face contorted with sadness and rage in the mirror.

As lonely and sad as I am today, your return will cause a new birth in me.

I find that through the sad times, work is what made my continuing, not breaking down, possible. In work, I was always someone else and I subconsciously reveled in that.

Once you lose someone it is never exactly the same person who comes back.

Is it thy will that I should wax and wane, Barter my cloth of gold for hodden grey, And at thy pleasure weave that web of pain Whose brightest threads are each a wasted day?