Quotes About Transformation

We should wash our destiny the way we wash our body, and change life the way we change clothes – not to preserve life, as when we eat and sleep, but out of objective respect for ourselves, which is what personal hygiene is all about.

Revolution? Change? What I really want, with all my heart, is for the atonic clouds to stop greyly lathering the sky. What I want is to see the blue emerge, a truth that is clear and sure because it is nothing and wants nothing.

Omnia fui, nihil expedit – I have been everything, nothing is worth anything.

Primeiro estranha-se. Depois entranha-se.

Todo se me evapora. Mi vida entera, mis recuerdos, mi imaginación y lo que contiene, mi personalidad, todo se me evapora. Continuamente siento que he sido otro, que he sentido otro, que he pensado otro. Aquello a lo que asisto es un espectáculo con otro escenario. Y aquello a lo que asisto soy yo

Mi-am cucerit, puÅ£in câte puÅ£in, teritoriul interior care urma s? fie al meu. Mi-am cerut, unul dup? altul, întinsurile de mlaÅŸtin? în care nu mai r?m?sese nimic din mine. Åži am scos la iveal? fiinÅ£a mea infinit?, dar a trebuit s? m? scot pe mine din mine cu forcepsul". - Fernando Pessoa, Cartea neliniÅŸtirii

Lezten Endes bleibt von diesem Tage das, was vom gestrigen blieb und vom morgigen bleiben wird: die unersättliche und nicht zählbare Begierde, immer derselbe und ein anderer zu sein.

I took off the mask and looked in the mirror. I was the same child I was years ago. I hadn't changed at all... That's the advantage of knowing how to remove your mask. You're still the child, The past that lives on, The child. I took off the mask, and I put it back on, It's better this way. This way I'm the mask. And I return to normality as to a streetcar terminus. 11 August 1934

De tanto lidar com sombras, eu mesmo me converti numa sombra - no que penso, no que sinto, no que sou.

it seems that what's artificial has become natural, and what's natural is now strange. Or rather, it's not that what's artificial has become natural; it's simply that what's natural has changed.

Death is what we are and what we live. We are born dead, we deadly exist, and we are already dead when we enter Death. Whatever lives, lives because it changes; it changes because it passes; and, because it passes, it dies. Whatever lives is constantly transforming into something else – it continually denies itself, it perpetually evades life. Life is thus an interval, a link, a relation, but a relation between what has passed and what will pass, a dead interval between Death and Death.

O que eu quero deveras, com toda a intimidade da minha alma, é que cessem as nuvens átonas que ensaboam cinzentamente o céu; o que eu quero é ver o azul começar a surgir de entre elas, verdade certa e clara porque nada é nem quer.

Now the Nile gave him up, the eternal Nile.

Nunca voltarei. Nunca voltarei porque nunca se volta. O lugar a que se volta é sempre outro, A

Lucru aruncat într-un ungher,cârp? c?zut? în strad?,fiinÅ£a mea ignobil? în faÅ£a vieÅ£ii ia tot felul de forme...

Now he is something anyone can be.

Caut s? m? dezbar de ceea ce am înv??at, Caut s? uit felul de a-mi aminti cu care am fost înv??at, S? r?zuiesc cerneala cu care mi-au fost mânjite simÅ£urile, S? scot din l?zi adev?ratele mele emoÅ£ii, S? m? despachetez ÅŸi s? fiu eu.

To fight for change is to be incapable of changing oneself. To reform is to be beyond repair.*

Death is Life's triumph!

Beijem o marido que lhes estiver em cima do corpo e mudem com a imaginação o homem num olhar belo que lhes estiver em cima da alma.

Somos muerte. Esto, que consideramos vida, es el sueño de la vida real, la muerte de lo que verdaderamente somos. Los muertos nacen, no mueren. Están trocados, para nosotros, los mundos. Cuando creemos que vivimos, estamos muertos; vamos a vivir cuando estamos moribundos.

To live is to be other. It's not even possible to feel, if one feels today what he felt yesterday. To feel today what one felt yesterday isn't to feel – it's to remember today what was felt yesterday, to be today's living corpse of what yesterday was lived and lost.

the royal crown and robe are never as grand as when the departing king leaves them on the ground ...

To have sure and definite opinions, instincts, passions, and a dependable, recognizable character – all of this leads to the horror of transforming our soul into a fact, into a material and external thing.