Quotes About Transformation

Some Rules to Assist in My Transformation Make requests in the form of orders. Give compliments in the form of concessions. Ask questions in the form of statements. Exercises to enhance the muscles of the neck? Admire women's handiwork with copious amazement. Stride, swing arms, stop abruptly, stroke chin. Sharpen razor daily. Advance no explanations. Accept no explanations. Hum an occasional resolute march.

Too Loud a Solitude, by Bohumil Hrabel Train Dreams, by Denis Johnson Sula, by Toni Morrison The Shadow-Line, by Joseph Conrad The All of It, by Jeannette Haine Winter in the Blood, by James Welch Swimmer in the Secret Sea, by William Kotzwinkle The Blue Flower, by Penelope Fitzgerald First Love, by Ivan Turgenev Wide Sargasso Sea, by Jean Rhys Mrs. Dalloway, by Virginia Woolf Waiting for the Barbarians, by J. M. Coetzee Fire on the Mountain, by Anita Desai Sailboat

I'd taken a pink eraser to my childhood and blurred the pain.

She had lived among those oak and pine trees when their roots grew deep beneath her and their leaves thick above. Now he lived among them, too, only he lived among them cut and dead.

Too Loud a Solitude, by Bohumil Hrabel Train Dreams, by Denis Johnson Sula, by Toni Morrison The Shadow-Line, by Joseph Conrad The All of It, by Jeannette Haien Winter in the Blood, by James Welch Swimmer in the Secret Sea, by William Kotzwinkle The Blue Flower, by Penelope Fitzgerald First Love, by Ivan Turgenev Wide Sargasso Sea, by Jean Rhys Mrs. Dalloway, by Virginia Woolf Waiting for the Barbarians, by J. M. Coetzee Fire on the Mountain, by Anita Desai

JANIE GETS STRANGER EVERY YEAR.

Love is the great miracle cure. Loving ourselves works miracles in our lives.

Well, I believe you created those experiences over and over because they mirrored something you believed about yourself. It doesn't really matter how long we have had a problem, or how big it is, or how life-threatening it is. The Point of Power Is Always in the Present Moment

A village, even a small one, takes at least all night to burn, in the end it looks like an enormous flower, then there's only a bud, and after that nothing.

Things are different when you go back to them, they seem to have more power to enter into us more sadly, more deeply, more gently than before, to merge with the death which is slowly, pleasantly, sneakily growing inside us, and which we train ourselves to resist a little less each day.

Two years is the time it takes to perceive at one glance, a glance as sure as instinct, the ugliness that can come over a face, even one that was delicious in its day. For

A medida que te quedas en un sitio, las cosas y las personas se van destapando, pudriéndose, y se ponen a apestar a propósito para ti.

Two years is the time it takes to perceive at one glance, a glance as sure as instinct, the ugliness that can come over a face, even one that was delicious in its day.

I knew a real archangel on the downgrade, though still rather frisky, even resplendent in a way.

En quelques mois ça change une chambre, même quand on n'y bouge rien. Si vieilles, si déchues qu'elles soient, les choses, elles trouvent encore, on ne sait où, la force de vieillir. Tout avait changé déjà autour de nous. Pas les objets de place, bien sûr, mais les choses elles-mêmes, en profondeur.

The Second Coming' by William Butler Yeats

What had happened to the girl from Bard? That strong, funny, sexy, smart, sure-of-herself person named Nicola? How could someone so dynamic have turned into a mouse? She was positive that if she ever met her old self, she'd be scared of her. But

I'm not a bit changed--not really. I'm only just pruned down and branched out. The real ME--back here--is just the same.

I asked Doss if she had no regard for appearancs. She said, 'I've been keeping up appearances all my life. Now I'm going in for realities. Appearances can go hang!

I'm not a bit changed--not really. I'm only just pruned down and branched out. The real ME--back here--is just the same. It won't make a bit of difference where I go or how much I change outwardly; at heart I shall always be your little Anne, who will love you and Matthew and dear Green Gables more and better every day of her life.

It was the last night before sorrow touched her life; and no life is ever quite the same again when once that cold, sanctifying touch has been laid upon it

Vivir para embellecer el nombre, aunque no sea tan hermoso en sí mismo y hacerlo, resaltar en la mente de las gentes como algo bello y placentero en lo cual nunca pensarían.

The task of the modern era was the realization and humanization of God – the transformation and dissolution of theology into anthropology.

Suppose someone were to say: 'Imagine this butterfly exactly as it is, but ugly instead of beautiful'?!