Quotes About Transformation

All art is a kind of exorcism. This is what gives art its power to change the conditions of our life.

Replace that old picture of defeat and failure with a new picture of victory and success.

Not until I stopped doing drugs altogether did I feel like a man. Not until I walked out of that fire did I have any idea what the word even meant.

Often God takes what is intended as a criticism and turns it into a compliment. The Pharisees said of Jesus, "This man receiveth sinners, and eateth with them" (Luke 15:2). Christ's enemies meant it as an accusation; we take it as an accolade!

All cats are the same in the dark, says the proverb. But it certainly did not apply to people, with them it was just the opposite. During the day they were all alike, running in their well-defined ways. At night they changed beyond recognition.

Cuando empezó a meterse de cabeza en la revolución, yo entendí lo que nos esperaba para siempre

Sus cenizas volaron por el aire en una danza con el viento, en un feliz encuentro entre el olvido y el recuerdo

Small-town kids are pebbles in a river, pushed around by the flow, forming pockets and piles, reforming when the current picks up and we find ourselves in a whole new cluster.

I am always jumping into the sausage grinder and deciding, even before I'm half ground, that I don't want to be a sausage after all.

I was thinking about Lucia Stanton—this person who would basically disappear. What would I call myself next? What clothes would I wear? There is that part in the Bardo Thodol where the dead person goes into a womb to be born again into a new place, where the dead person actually chooses where she will be born—whether into an animal or a human, and into which land.

We are the wreck of what we have been, and the place of our own future demise,

I've heard it said that hope is like a blueprint. Hope is what faith uses to create what you want. Hope is more than wanting change or wishing for change. Hope prepares our heart to want to change, and to use our faith to make change happen.

Time is neutral and does not change things. With courage and initiative, leaders change things.

I was born in a slum, but the slum wasn't born in me.

She grew not on the land so much as out of it, like cottonwoods and bear grass. Each fall a part of her collapsed and withered alongside the wildflowers and grapevines she loved and used for healing. Each spring some new part of her erupted just as the mallows and poppies did, spreading her toes like roots in the truth and sustenance of ground, while branching out to the rest of the living world and stretching upwards towards the light.

Makeup can be pure fantasy--it can transform you into any kind of magical creature, whether that's a superhero or a retro Hollywood icon or just a more fun, fresher version of yourself. Looking like a stress-free, well-rested working mom? That's some kind of magic to me.

I would like to dedicate this award to a young man who has been on my mind for the last 19 years: Ross. Ross didn't love me. I was pigeon-toed, I had a sway back, I was slightly cross-eyed, buck-toothed, I sucked my thumb. Look at me now, Ross! Look at me now!

You cannot step twice in the same river--Heraclitus

T]he psychoanalytic process should be understood as occurring between subjects rather than within the individual. Mental life is seen from an intersubjective perspective. Although this perspective has transformed both our theory and our practice in important ways, such transformations create new problems. A theory in which the individual subject no longer reigns absolute must confront the difficulty each subject has in recognizing the other as an equivalent center of experience…

From now on the subject says: "Hullo object!" "I destroyed you.

And the prince who had once been a bear pulled close the girl who had once had no name, and kissed her.

She was the only person Phoebe knew who actually believed that if you kept kissing a frog you'd eventually end up with a prince.

I worked on my voice for Sweet Dreams, but only to match my speaking voice to Patsy's actual singing voice. That was my way into that character.

Benita set the letter down. Connie - her dear Connie, whom she had never even said good-bye to. Whom she had hated - really hated- for so long. But he had always been strong. He had lived his life on a plane of grand ideals and all-encompassing rights and wrongs. His view had been much longer than the trappings of his own life. And she had been the little mouse who could see no farther than her own nose, stumbling over roots and stones, oblivious to the oncoming storm.