Quotes About Transformation

He had never met a girl like this before - she would never seem quite the same again. He didn't at all feel like a character in a play, the appropriate feeling in an unconventional situation - instead, he had a sense of coming home.

He saw Kathleen sitting in the middle of a long white table alone.Immediately things changed. As he walked toward her the people shrank back against the walls till they were only murals; the white table lengthened and became an altar where the priestess sat alone. Vitality welled up in him and he could have stood a long time across the table from her, looking and smiling.

You can't repeat the past.

He literally glowed; without a word or a gesture of exultation a new well-being radiated from him and filled the little room.

We have two or three great moving experiences in our lives-experiences so great and moving that it doesn't seem at the time that anyone else has been so caught up and pounded and dazzled and astonished and beaten and broken and rescued and illuminated and rewarded in just that way ever before.

By the next autumn she was gay again, gay as ever.

My own face had now assumed a deep tropical burn.

Anthony moved about, magician-like, turning the mushroom lamp into an orange glory

the very vanities that had not long ago been contemptible weaknesses

His day, usually a jellylike creature, a shapeless, spineless thing, had attained Mesozoic structure. It was marching along surely, even jauntily, towards a climax, as a play should, as a day should.

Her body calculated to a millimeter to suggest a bud yet guarantee a flower.

No, Amory objected. I've lost half my personality in a year. Not a bit of it! scoffed Monsignor. You've lost a great amount of vanity and that's all.

Reform won't catch up to the needs of civilization unless it's made to.

Whatever worth while comes to you, won't be through the channels you were searching last year.

Something was making him nibble at the edge of stale ideas as if his sturdy physical egotism no longer nourished his peremptory heart. Already

One autumn night, years before, they came to a place where the moonlight stopped and change was among the stars.

Can't repeat the past?' he cried incredulously. 'Why of course you can!

Pero hubo un cambio en Gatsby que era simplemente incomprensible. Literalmente resplandecía; sin necesidad de palabra o gesto alguno de emoción, un nuevo bienestar irradiaba de él y llenaba la pequeña habitación.

Es invariablemente triste mirar con nuevos ojos las cosas en las que uno ha gastado su propio poder de adaptación.

He would be a different person henceforward, and in his raw state he had bizarre feelings of what his new self would be.

Beauty means the agony of sacrifice and the end of agony

Can't repeat the past? why of course you can!

a wild submergence of soul, a dipping of all colors into an obscuring dye

The 'belle' had become the 'flirt', the 'flirt' had become the 'baby vamp'.