Quotes About Transformation

Who are YOU?' said the Caterpillar. ... - I—I hardly know, sir, just at present—at least I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.

You may observe a Bread-and-Butterfly. Its wings are thin slices of Bread-and-butter, its body is a crust, and its head is a lump of sugar.

Qué raro resulta todo hoy! Y pensar que ayer las cosas andaban como siempre. ¿Habré cambiado durante la noche? Pensemos: ¿era yo la misma cuando desperté esta mañana? Casi puedo recordar sentirme un poco distinta. Pero si no soy la misma, la siguiente pregunta es '¿Quién cuernos soy?' ¡Ah, ése es el gran dilema!

Ich weiß, wer ich war, als ich heute morgen aufstand, aber ich glaube, daß ich mich seitdem mehrfach verwandelt habe.

aber1 bis gestern2 (zurück zu gehen3), wäre ganz unnütz, weil4 ich da jemand Anderes war.

but it's no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.

I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.

What a curious feeling!" said Alice; "I must be shutting up like a telescope.

Let me think: was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is, Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle!

How queer everything is to-day! And yesterday things went on just as usual. I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think: *was* I the same when I got up this morning?

It's no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then." - Adventures of Alice in Wonderland

As she said this, she came suddenly upon an open place, with a little house in it about four feet high. 'Whoever lives there,' thought Alice, 'it'll never do to come upon them this size: why, I should frighten them out of their wits!' So she began nibbling at the righthand bit again, did not venture to go near the house till she had brought herself down to nine inches high.

When I woke up this morning, I knew who I was, but I think I've changed many times since then.

I'm afraid I can't put it more clearly,' Alice replied very politely, 'for I can't understand it myself, to begin with, and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing

Sabía quién era esta mañana, pero he cambiado varias veces desde entonces

Se quien era esta mañana cuando me levanté, pero creo que he debido cambiar varias veces desde entonces

change to tinkling sheep- bells, and the Queen's shrill cries to the voice of the shepherd boy--and the sneeze of the baby, the shriek of the Gryphon, and all

Come, my head's free at last!" said Alice in a tone of delight, which changed into alarm in another moment, when she found that her shoulders were nowhere to be found: all she could see, when she looked down, was an immense length of neck, which seemed to rise like a stalk out of a sea of green leaves that lay far below her.

It's no use going back to yesterday because I was a different person then.

I know who I was when I woke up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.

the Queen's shrill cries to the voice of the shepherd boy--and the sneeze of the baby, the shriek of the Gryphon, and all thy other queer noises, would change (she knew) to the confused clamour of the busy farm-yard--while the lowing of the cattle in the distance would take the place of the Mock

Because of their origin and purpose, the meanings of art are of a different order from the operational meanings of science and technics: they relate, not to external means and consequences, but to internal transformations, and unless it produce these internal transformations the work of art is either perfunctory or dead.

It's possible to pretend I'm someone other than who I am, and if I pretend long enough, I can believe it.

Every city is a ghost. New buildings rise upon the bones of the old so that each shiny steel bean, each tower of brick carries within it the memories of what has gone before, an architectural haunting. Sometimes you can catch a glimpse of these former incarnations in the awkward angle of a street or filigreed gate, an old oak door peeking out from a new facade, the plaque commemorating the spot that was once a battleground, which became a saloon and is now a park.