Quotes About Transformation

Du mußt dein Leben ändern.

Like the curved pipe of a fountain, your arching boughs drive the sap downward and up again: and almost without awakening it bursts out of sleep, into its sweetest achievement. Like the god stepping into the swan.

Who has turned us around like this, so that whatever we do, we find ourselves in the attitude of someone going away? Just as that person on the last hill, which shows him his whole valley one last time, turns, stops, lingers - so we live, forever taking our leave.

The comprehensible slips away, is transformed; instead of possession one learns connection.

The longer i live, the more urgent it seems to me to endure and transcribe the whole dictation of existence up to its end, for it might just be the case that only the very last sentence contains that small and possibly inconspicuous word through which everything we had struggled to learn and everything we had failed to understand will be transformed into magnificent sense.

She followed slowly and she needed time, as though some long ascent were not yet by; and yet: as though, when she had ceased to climb, she would no longer merely walk, but fly.

I am still soft, and I can be like wax in your hands. Take me, give me a form, finish me.

Ne parlons pas de toi. Tu es ineffable selon ta nature. D'autres fleurs ornent la table que tu transfigures. On te met dans un simple vase -, voici que tout change: c'est peut-être la même phrase, mais chantée par un ange.

And these Things, which live by perishing, know you are praising them; transient, they look to us for deliverance: us, the most transient of all. They want us to change them, utterly, in our invisible heart, within - oh endlessly - within us! Whoever we may be at last. Earth, isn't this what you want: to arise within us, invisible? Isn't it your dream to be wholly invisible someday?

So whoever loves must try to act as if he had a great work: he must be much alone and go into himself and collect himself and hold fast to himself; he must work; he must become something!

Through love and through death, our innate ability to transform the loss of control is activated to bring forth a deeper awareness of life.

Est-ce en exemple que tu te proposes? Peut-on se remplir comme les roses, en multipliant sa subtile matière qu'on avait faite pour ne rien faire? Car ce n'est pas travailler que d'être une rose, dirait-on. Dieu, en regardant par la fenêtre, fait la maison.

I don't have much knowledge yet in grief - so this massive darkness makes me small. You be the master: make yourself fierce, break in: then your great transforming will happen to me, and my great grief cry will happen to you.

ich kreise jahrtausendelang; und ich weiß noch nicht: bin ich ein Falke, ein Sturm

Ist dir Trinken bitter, werde Wein.

Rainer Maria Rilke

Through loss, through great, immoderate loss, we are actually quite introduced into the Whole. Death is only an unsparing way of placing us on intimate and trusting terms with that side of our existence that is turned away from us.

THE SWAN This laboring of ours with all that remains undone, as if still bound to it, is like the lumbering gait of the swan. And then our dying — releasing ourselves from the very ground on which we stood — is like the way he hesitantly lowers himself into the water. It gently receives him, and, gladly yielding, flows back beneath him, as wave follows wave, while he, now wholly serene and sure, with regal composure, allows himself to glide.

Hoe zouden wij die oude mythen kunnen vergeten die aan de wieg van alle volkeren staan – de mythen over draken die op het allerlaatste ogenblik in een prinses veranderen; misschien zijn alle draken uit ons leven wel prinsessen die er alleen maar op wachten ons eens mooi en moedig te zien. Misschien is al het verschrikkelijkste in diepste wezen wel het hulpeloze dat ons om hulp vraagt. Borgeby Gård Flädie, Zweden, 12 augustus 2017

My eyes already touch the sunny hill. going far beyond the road I have begun, So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp; it has an inner light, even from a distance and changes us, even if we do not reach it, into something else, which, hardly sensing it, we already are; a gesture waves us on answering our own wave but what we feel is the wind in our faces. - A Walk

If what you're drinking is bitter, let yourself be the wine.

I am learning to see. Why, I cannot say, but all things enter more deeply into me; nor do the impressions remain at the level where they used to cease. There is a place within me of which I knew nothing. Now all things tend that way. I do not know what happens there.

And we: spectators, always, everywhere, turned toward the world of objects, never outward. It fills us. We arrange it. It breaks down. We rearrange it, then break down ourselves. (Und wir: Zuschauer, immer, uberall, dem allen zugewandt und nie hinaus! Uns uberfullts. Wir ordnens. es zerfallt. Wir ordnens wieder und zerfallen selbst.)

Wie ein Käfer, auf den man tritt, so quillst du aus dir hinaus, und dein bißchen obere Härte und Anpassung ist ohne Sinn.