Quotes About Transformation

Do you want to change? It's the only evidence of life.

Creative Endeavour lost her wings, Mrs Ape.

There was a change in both of us. We had lost a sense of discovery which had infused the anarchy of our first year.

It (modernization) is just another jungle closing in.

Two wives despaired of him,' he said. 'When he got engaged to Sylvia, she made it a condition that he should take the cure at Zurich. And it worked. He came back in three months a different man. And he hasn't touched a drop since, even though Sylvia walked out on him.' 'Why did she do that?' Well, poor Charlie got rather a bore when he stopped drinking. But that's not really the point of the story.

Could anything be more improbable than that a religion following a man born of an unwed mother among a widely despised people in an out-of-the-way part of the world—a man then crucified by the ruling authorities on a charge of treason—should become the official religion of the Roman world, the formative influence on Western civilization, and a significant influence in other parts of the world?

Observability is the degree to which the results of an innovation are visible to others.

You used to be entertaining before you started to write.

His desire re-created her until she lost all vestiges of the old Jenny, even the girl who had met him at the train that morning. Silently, as the night hours went by, he molded her over into an image of love - an image that would endure as long as love itself, or even longer - not to perish till he could say, 'I never really loved her.

Oh no; but promise me you'll remember.' Her tears were falling. 'I'll be different, but somewhere lost inside me there'll always be the person I am tonight.

We are not in the world, we become with the world; we become by contemplating it. Everything is vision, becoming. We become universes.

But I suppose you must touch life in order to spring from it.

Life cracked like ice!

He wanted to appear suddenly to her in novel and heroic colors. He wanted to stir her from that casualness she showed toward everything except herself.

I was enjoying myself now. I had taken two finger bowls of champagne and the scene had changed before my eyes into something significant, elemental and profound.

Long ago, there was something in me, but now that thing is gone. Now that thing is gone, that thing is gone. I cannot cry. I cannot care. That thing will come back no more.

And then, one fairy night, May became June.

A man does not recover from such jolts-- he becomes a different person and, eventually, the new person finds new things to care about.

he could transform the barest incident into a thing of curve and contour.

There was a hint in the air that the earth was hurrying on toward other weather; the lush midsummer moment outside of time was already over.

The transition from libertine to prig was so complete.

There are no second acts in American lives.

I had taken two finger-bowls of champagne, and the scene had changed before my eyes into something significant, elemental, and profound.

It's just because I love the past that I want this house to look back on its glamourous moment of youth and beauty, and I want its stairs to creak as if to the footsteps of women with hoop skirts and men in boots and spurs. But they've made it into a blondined, rouged-up old woman of sixty.