Quotes About Transformation

I was so unaccustomed to such emotions it took some time before I realized I was happy. The sea was ever changing, ever interesting

She did believe in one thing, something so vast and deep she couldn't bring herself to tell John, even though it was probably safe to confide in someone she would never see again. She believed that people could lose themselves.

The story became a cloud, and the cloud a sheet of rain, and rain fell throughout the empire.

She understood love. What destroys you saves you, she had told me.

Is that what love is? To lose yourself completely? Or does love make you more than you could ever be alone?

Once upon a time, before the whole world changed, it was possible to run away from home, disguise who you were, and fit into polite society

All the same, some things stay with you forever. You are a different person now. You know it and I know it. You're not the same. You're a survivor. Congratulations.

He studied me, searching my expression, not quite seeing what had happened but aware that something had changed.

You cannot bring back those who have stepped into the next world, and should you try, they would not be the same beings that had once been, but rather they would become unnatural creatures, created by dark magic and desire.

Stop acting like you know me," Isabel said. "Well, you for sure do not know me. I'm not the person I used to be," Johnny said. "We're always the people we used to be," Isabel said.

How love could change a person, how it could cause you the greatest sorrow or shelter you from harm.

And then I realized what love did. It changed your whole world. Even when you didn't want it to.

It was the middle of winter, when the whole world was white, and a wolf and her and her cub had been chased as far as they could go. There was no escape,at least not for both. When the mother wolf ran to attach the hunters, all they saw were her claws and her fangs.While they shot her, the cub disappeared into the snow. That was the moment when it's coat turned from black to white so that is was forever after invisible to the hunters.

Loss does different things to different people. Some fall apart. Some, like the Finder, rebuild. I have done both. I have crawled under my table and refused to come out. I have covered myself with thorns and tattoos. I have planted a garden, reached out to my neighbors, begun to write down my story.

Loss does different things to different people. Some fall apart. Some, like the Finder, rebuild. I have done both. I have crawled under my table and refused to come out. I have covered myself with thorns and tattoos. I have planted a garden, reached out to my neighbors, begun to write down my story. Surely, I can never sit in judgment of the lost or the found.

All I wanted was to be somebody else. Was that asking too much? Was that asking for everything?

When you chain something up, you turn him into something he shouldn't be.

Writing itself was a magical act in which imagination altered reality and gave form to power. To this end, the book was the most powerful element of all.

Nothing would ever be the same, but Hannah had taught her that there were times, rare as they were, when what was done could be undone.

Scribble out the world since it was not to your liking and make up a new one, something better.

itself, had emerged from that shadow.

The contents of the unconscious remain unchanged and timeless. It is only as these contents become conscious that change can begin.

Every year, when you're a child, you become a different person.

Something happened here. In your life there are a few places, or maybe only the one place, were something happened, and then there are all the other places