Quotes About Transformation

È stato allora che ho perso le mie ultime certezze. Ed è lì che ho finalmente trovato me stesso. Ma non l'ho riconosciuto. - Viscovitz camaleonte, p.106

You are ugly now, on the inside, where it matters most...you are beastly.

Better? I went from holding her hand to hugging her. Lindy, you loved me when I wasn't even human. You kissed me when I had no lips. You saw what was deep down inside me when I wasn't even sure about it myself. Believe me, there's no way I could do better. I think you're perfect.

But the dreadful thing about wicked ideas is that bit by bit wicked minds can become accustomed to them.

Dantes. He became Number 34.

The previously unloved may find it hard to believe that they are now loved; that is such a miracle, they feel; such a miracle.

We shall change all that...because it is possible to change the world, if one is determined enough, and if one sees with sufficient clarity just what has to be changed.

When you are with somebody you love the smallest, smallest things can be so important, so amusing because love transforms the world, everything. And was that what had happened?

The ordinary you, the you that has to go to work every morning, the you that has to run a household, pay bills, do all of those things--that you is somehow changed into an exciting, artistic, fully alive you. That's what Paris does.

Africa had a way of coming back and simply covering everything up again.

what is one thing today becomes quite another thing tomorrow.

Could you say that your business had expanded if it had gone from owning one teapot to two? Somehow she thought that Dr. Profit would answer both those questions with a shake of his head. Of course, she herself had expanded in girth since the agency was founded, but she did not think that such a form of growth was what the author of the article had in mind.

Nobody is so bad that there is no chance of change.

She did not think that those who were late, or the ancestors themselves, would wish punishment upon us, no matter what our transgressions. It was far more likely that there would be love, falling like rain from above, changing the hearts of the wicked; transforming them

We forget, she thought. We think that we were always the way we are now, but we were not. —

But look at it now: a detective agency, right here in Gaborone, with me, the fat lady detective, sitting outside and thinking these thoughts about how what is one thing today becomes quite another thing tomorrow.

But being a parent hurt—that was part of the arrangement. It hurt and then suddenly it did not hurt any longer, and a loving and reasonable person emerged from the teenage shell, just as the colourful emperor moth emerges from the chrysalis of the mopane worm.

Things start badly—very badly—and then they change for the better and those who have nothing, or who are unhappy, or who live in fear, suddenly find that these things that were bad for them have gone." "It's like rain," said Mma Potokwane, who had not said much but had clearly been affected by the story. "The rains come and they wash everything away. The dryness, the thirst, the dust on your skin—these are washed away, Mma, all washed away.

We become the people we live with. Imperceptibly at first, but with a certain inevitability, we become the other.

There are roads to Damascus, she told herself. People travel on them.

Everything, thought Mama Ramotswe, has been something before.

like yearning to be a swan when you were demonstrably a bird of a different feather;

Could you say that your business had expanded if it had gone from owning one teapot to two? Somehow

Love had transformed the world for me. Transformed it.