Quotes About Transformation

from the extensive emphasis on ceremony to a focus on teaching.

For he who lives more lives than one More deaths than one must die . . .

Una convicción no es una mera opinión; es algo tan profundamente arraigado en la conciencia que cambiarla por otra sería cambiar la esencia de lo que somos.

It doesn't matter what you do...so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away.

Everyone must leave something behind when he dies . . . Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die . . . It doesn't matter what you do, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away.

I've always figured it that you die each day and each day is a box, you see, all numbered and neat; but never go back and lift the lids, because you've died a couple of thousand times in your life, and that's a lot of corpses, each dead a different way, each with a worse expression. Each of those days is a different you, somebody you don't know or understand or want to understand.

Forget them. Burn all, burn everything. Fire is bright and fire is clean.

bums on the outside, libraries inside.

In order for a thing to be horrible it has to suffer a change you can recognize.

All the things which had uses. All the mountains which had names. We'll give them new names, but the old names are there, somewhere in time... -Bradbury, The Martian Chronicles

I was never young. Whoever I was then is dead. That's more of your quills. I don't want a hide full, thanks. I have always figured that you die each day and and each day is a is a box, you see, all numbered and neat; but never go back and lift the lids, because you have died a couple thousand times in your life, and that's a lot of corpses, each dead a different way, each with a worse expression. Each of those days is a different you, somebody you don't know or understand or want to understand.

He felt his smile slide away, melt, fold over and down on itself like a tallow skin, like the stuff of a fantastic candle burning too long and now collapsing and now blown out.

A lot will be lost that way, of course. But you can't make people listen. They have to come round in their own time, wondering what happened and why the world blew up under them.

Sit down, Montag. Watch. Delicately, like the petals of a flower. Light the first page, light the second page. Each becomes a black butterfly. Beautiful, eh?' ... There sat Beatty, perspiring gently, the floor littered with swarms of black moths that had died in a single storm.

And they made Alice drink something from a bottle which reduced her to a size where she could no longer cry 'Curiouser and curiouser,' and they gave the Looking Glass one hammer blow to smash it and every Red King and Oyster away!

So it was the hand that started it all . . . His hands had been infected, and soon it would be his arms . . . His hands were ravenous.

That's all science fiction was ever about. Hating the way things are, wanting to make things different.

Whatever she is now she's better than she was, said Bedloe. Being dead is better than being dull, being dead is better than not being aware.

A conglomerate heap of trash, that's what I am. But it burns with a high flame.

There it is. And he watched with now-gentle sorrow and now-quick delight, and at last quiet acceptance as all the bits and pieces of his house mixed, stirred, settled, poised, and ran steadily again. The Happiness Machine, he said. The Happiness Machine.

It was a pleasure to burn. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed.

We never burned right.

Spring - und lass dir auf dem Weg nach unten Flügel wachsen

To everything there is a season. Yes. A time to break down, and a time to build up. Yes. A time to keep silence and a time to speak.