Quotes About Transformation

William was slow-moving and unable to hold a conversation until he'd eaten a thousand calories and the color returned to his face.

reimagining herself. She was Julia's wild hair, she was the lake her husband had once been carried out of, and no matter what happened next, she was love.

They were dismantling their habits and routines, and it was like pulling up floorboards and finding joy underneath.

restitch himself to life's fabric. Dr. Dembia had

Imagine that I'm a house, and when I find my great love, I'll become the entire world. Our love will show me so much more than I'll be able to see on my own.

I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you; I will remove from you your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh. Ezekiel 36:26 NIV

You change yourself in this world (indeed, if it comes from outside yourself it can be taken away). What other people --or other entities-- can do is inspire you; they can plant seeds of inspiration. If the soil isn't receptive, the seed dies, the idea is lost, as there was no place for inspiration to take hold.

None of us is so mature that we cannot be influenced. The question is: Who or what do we want to shape our lives? Even the culture around us will try to 'disciple' us if we have not placed ourselves under the transforming influence of Jesus Christ.

God's goal isn't simply to fill the world with people who believe the right things. It is to fill the world with people who shine with the brilliance of Christ.

When this uneasy feeling forms, in a context of awareness, the person is thereby already living beyond the problem, already living in and toward what would be right for her.

But godhead gradually slipped away from him, leaving only a sense of election and the power, through his music, to to change landscapes, seasons, hearts.

I wish I could sit here for eons and watch as these sandstone walls crumble, grain by grain and fall to floor this dry wash, become rearranged by water and wind, compressed to other cliffs, excavated into other canyons, and feel the wind all the same. The rock changes, the channel changes, the wind just carries air from one place to another, more constant than the rock. The rock is ephemeral, the wind, eternal.

Come mi fosse nuovo, osservo tutto. Umido aroma dei pioppi. E taccio. Taccio, pronta ad esser te di nuovo, terra.

I have much to do: I must kill my memories down to the last one, I must change my soul into stone , I must learn to live again.

First as a serpent, it'll cast its spell Next to your heart, curled up. Then it'll come as a dove as well, Cooing for days nonstop.

I, like a river, Have been diverted by the ruthless era. My life was switched. It flows Into another channel, past strange lands, And I no longer recognize my shores.

God is unkind to gardeners and reapers. Slanted rain coils and falls from up high And the wide raincoats catch water, That once had reflected the sky. In underwater realm are fields and meadows And the free currents sing a lot, Plums rupture on bloated branches And grass strands, lying down, rot. And through the dense and watery net I see your darling face, A quiet park, a round porch And a Chinese arbour-place.

Love conquers, deceitful and slow, With a soft amateurish refrain. So strange to think – not long ago You weren't dejected and gray.

Now mirrors learn not to expect smiles.

I'm silent. Silently, I'm ready To be transformed, earth, into you.

Can you describe this?" And I said: "I can." Then something like a smile passed fleetingly over what had once been her face.

Wiem ju?, jak si? twarz zapada w sobie, Jak wzrok gasi b?onka strachu szklista, Jak cierpienie na policzkach ??obi Twarde znaki klinowego pisma, Jak si? jasne albo czarne w?osy W mgnieniu oka w srebro zmieni? mog?, Jak si? u?miech z pokornych warg p?oszy I jak suchy ?miech dygocze trwog?. I nie modl? si? za siebie, Bo?e: Za nas wszystkie, ustawione sznurem W skwarze lipca i w styczniowym mrozie Pod czerwonym ociemnia?ym murem.

I've come to see the resolution, And I must cede the throne And hearken to my own delusion As if it ceased to be my own.

What I'm trying to tell you is this: cat people-ness is contagious. If you're not careful, they can turn you out as one of them.