Quotes About Transformation

With the influence of a dress her personality had also undergone a change.

But there was a change in Gatsby that was simply confounding. He literally glowed; without a word or a gesture of exultation a new well-being radiated from him and filled the little room.

Thoughts are Things; things that have a tendency to transform into our reality.

Modern life changes no longer century by century, but year by year, ten times faster than it ever has before...

They always said, that once you've been to Milwaukee, you're never the same.

Once you've been to Milwaukee, you're never the same.

Lenin is supposed to have once said, "There are decades when nothing happens, and then there are weeks when decades happen.

Lenin is supposed to have once said

In an old pond a frog ages while leaves fall

A fallen blossom returning to the bough, I thought — But no, a butterfly. SDC aoyagi no / mayu kaku kishi no / hitai kana2 Green willows Paint eyebrows on the face of the cliff CAC

a flying squirrel sits chewing on a bird withered field (Yosa Buson`s farewell haiku)

History is not was, it is.

guilt to motherhood is like grapes to wine

Nothing happens, and nothing happens, and then everything happens.

Truly Alice, books are wonderful things; to sit alone in a room and laugh and cry, because you are reading, and still be safe when you close the book; and having finished it, discover you are changed, yet unchanged! To be able to visit the City of Invention at will, depart at will – that is all, really, education is about, should be about.

Truly, books are wonderful things; to sit alone in a room and laugh and cry, because you are reading, and still be safe when you close the book; and having finished it, discover you are changed, yet unchanged!

Una frase de C.S. Lewis en el Moleskine: «La tarea del educador moderno no es cortar selvas, sino regar desiertos».

To live is to be someone else. Feeling is impossible if we feel today as we felt yesterday: to feel today the same thing we felt yesterday is not to feel at all--it's merely to remember today what we felt yesterday, since today we are the living cadaver of yesterday's lost life.

In the ordinary jumble of my literary drawer, I sometimes find texts I wrote ten, fifteen, or even more years ago. And many of them seem to me written by a stranger: I simply do not recognize myself in them. There was a person who wrote them, and it was I. I experienced them, but it was in another life, from which I just woke up, as if from someone else's dream.

Every gesture is a revolutionary act.

Inch by inch I conquered the inner terrain I was born with. Bit by bit I reclaimed the swamp in which I'd languished. I gave birth to my infinite being, but I had to wrench myself out of me with forceps.

Time, which grays hair and wrinkles faces, also withers violent affections, and much more quickly.

By day I am nothing, by night I am I.

It's been a long time since i've been me.