Quotes About Transformation

Perfect preservation isn't life, it's death.

In my experience, milady, we can never get back to exactly where we started, no matter how hard we try.

Our children change us . . . whether they live or not.

Change is a function of time and experience, and time is implacable.

Lord X was a tyrant, not a revolutionary. He wanted to take over the system, not change it.

Were you BORN inhuman or did you grow so by degrees?! MS, MD, PHD?

It's never too late to save something," he said sternly. "Might not be what you wanted, is all.

He fantasized about burning his fraying vestments when he finally reached home.

Who am I, when I am not surrounded by the walls of my life? When they have all fallen into dust and rubble?

La mayoría de los hombres no son más que máquinas que convierten la comida en mierda» —citó. Ivan le miró alzando una ceja. —¿Quién dijo eso? ¿Tu abuelo? —Leonardo da Vinci —respondió Miles al momento. Pero se vio obligado a añadir—: Pero mi abuelo me lo citó a mí

I'll lay it out straight, then. I don't like the way things are run around here. Oliver's mouth twisted sardonically; he did not comment aloud. He didn't need to. I'm going to change them, Miles added. Shit, said Oliver, and rolled back over. Starting here and now. After a moment's silence Oliver added, Go away or I'll pound you. Suegar

Had getting rid of his uneven limp, leg braces, and most of the crookedness in his back made that much difference? Or was the difference in the Barrayarans?

Cards that have, in the past, borne the titles Justice, Strength, Temperance, and Judgment (or Last Judgment) are, in the Thoth Tarot, respectively named Adjustment, Lust, Art, and The Aeon. Crowley

WHEN YOU FALL IN LOVE, You change the world. You change everything Sun, moon, galaxies are created, Your genes are mutated, WHEN YOU FALL IN LOVE.

To have dragons one must have change; that is the first principle of dragon lore.

At one time, Madison Street had been quietly residential, curving gently to a rural road below, but the city had reached out like a hungry blob of protoplasm and engulfed us.

It isn't as if we got up today and said, What can we do to irritate America? It's because, since 1619, Negroes have tried every method of communication, of transformation of their situation, from petition to the vote— everything—we've tried it all; there isn't anything that hasn't been exhausted.

When you find out who you are, you will no longer be innocent. That will be sad for others to see. All that knowledge will show on your face and change it. But sad only for others, not for yourself. You will feel you have a kind of wisdom, very mistaken, but a mistake of some power to you and so you will sadly treasure it and grow it.

Blasts from the past were like the rooms one entered and re-entered in dreams: they would not stay nailed down. When you returned to them, they had changed - they suddenly had more space or a tilt or a door that had not been there before. New people were milling around, the floors undulated, and the sun shone newly, strangely in the windows, or through the now blasted-open ceiling, or else it shone not at all, as if having fled the sky.

She had, without realizing it at the time, learned to follow Nick's gaze, learned to learn his lust...his desires remained memorized within her. She looked at the attractive women he would look at...She had become him: she longed for these women. But she was also herself, and so she despised them. She lusted after them, but she also wanted to beat them up. A rapist. She had become a rapist, driving to work in a car.

Do not resent her. Think about the situation, for instance, when you take the last trash bag from its box: you must throw out the box by putting it in that very trash bag. What was once contained, now must contain. The container, then, becomes the contained, the enveloped, the held.

I felt nothing like a horse, whose instincts I knew were to run and run. I had mostly in life tried to stand still like a glob of coral so as not to be spotted by sharks. But now I had crawled out onto land and was somehow already a horse.

They looked like frogs who'd been kissed and kissed roughly, yet stayed frogs.

Her parents had gone from a couple who would be different, who would be better than anyone, who were determined to be better than most, to a couple who would be different because they were worse.