Quotes About Transformation

I like to think that one day after I die, at least one small particle of me will float away to Neverland, and be apart of a flower or something like that. I like to think that nothing's final, and that everyone gets to be together even when it looks like they don't, that it all works out even when all the evidence seems to say something else...

I'm not myself,' she offered, guilty. She softened around Tik Tok, and when she did she was, for those rare moments, girlish. He smiled. 'You can never say that. You're just a piece of yourself right now that you don't like.

Adri held her arms around herself, shivering. "Do you think I can change?" she finally asked. Lily looked at her, curious and thoughtful. "Well," she replied, "are you dead?

I've made a discovery, and it's that grief isn't like sadness at all. Sadness is only something that's part of you. Grief becomes you, it wraps you up and changes you and makes everything--every little thing--different than it was before. I remember the me before we got the telegram saying he was gone, but it's like I'm remembering someone else. It feels like an earthquake has gone through me...

I'm not myself," she offered . . . He smiled. "You can never say that. You're just a piece of yourself right now that you don't like.

And when she surfaces from her dream, she calls me by my old name, though no one uses it anymore. And she turns to me, her eyelashes fluttering in the glare that surrounds me, and whispers to me in one short syllable. Tink.

I'm not myself," she offered, guilty. She softened around Tik Tok, and when she did she was, for those rare moments, girlish. He smiled. "You can never say that. You're just a piece of yourself right now that you don't like.

Wound make you deeper and bigger. The bigger the challenges you face, the bigger and deeper your soul gets.

Nothing had changed about her except that she was wearing two feathers in her hair instead of one.

Once you had put the pieces back together, even though you may look intact, you were never quite the same as you'd been before the fall.

Once you had put the pieces back together, even though you may look intact, you were never quite the same as you'd been before the fall.

Visionary Fiction speaks the language of the soul. It offers a vision of humanity as we dream it could be.

Summer estaba en lo cierto, después de todo: sería una increíble Titania. Si lo consigue ella, ¿a mí qué? Podría ser un Duende mejor, y eso podría ser más divertido de todos modos. Parezco una malvada andrógina ahora, con mi cabello corto. Probablemente sería un estupendo Duende, en realidad, ahora que lo pienso. ¿Quién dice que tengo que ser la Reina de las Hadas?

If you want to be a new man you have to stay in new places, and do new things, with people who never knew you before. If you go back to the same old ways, what else can you be but the same old person?

Heresy and progress often look much alike.

Names turned over by time, like the plough turning the soil. Bringing up the new while the old were buried in the mud.

A whole new thing. A forging of the humble parts of bread and cheese into a greater whole. I call it...a cheese-trap.

If you want to be a new man you have to stay in new places, and do new things, with people who never knew you before. If you go back to the same old ways, what else can you be but the same old person? You have to be realistic.

Of all the maladies that attack the human organism, trauma may ultimately be one that is recognized as beneficial. I say this because in the healing of trauma, a transformation takes place— one that can improve the quality of life.

I felt untethered. A man stepped into my life that day and grounded me.

At that moment, I wished with everything in my body that things could be different. I wished I could pluck out the threads of him that I didn't care for and keep the ones I liked. But then again, I knew that people couldn't be pulled apart in that way. Those severed threads would just cause the whole of him to unravel.

To a large extent, then, the position of women and girls worsened in the early nineteenth century because the work of most of them did not change at a time when everything else was changing very rapidly. Those

We already have all the facts and solutions. All we have to do is wake up and change.

She was no longer who she used to be, and she wasn't yet whoever she was becoming.