Quotes About Transformation

A confession has to be part of your new life.

deep inside me there's a perpetual seething, like the bottom of a geyser, and I keep hoping that things will come to an eruption once and for all, so that I can turn into a different person.

The war saved my life. I don't know what I would have done without it. Now I should have the chance to be a decent human being, for I'm standing eye to eye with death.

He must so to speak throw away the ladder, after he has climbed up on it

La soluzione del problema che tu vedi nella vita è un modo di vivere che fa scomparire ciò che rappresenta un problema. Se la vita è problematica è segno che la tua vita non si adatta alla forma della vita. Devi quindi cambiare la tua vita; quando si adatterà alla forma, allora scomparirà ciò che è problematico.

ÖÄŸretmek istediÄŸim ÅŸey ÅŸu: Örtük bir saçmal?ktan aç?k bir saçmal??a geçmek.

Cada mañana hay que atravesar de nuevo la escoria muerta, para llegar al núcleo vivo y cálido.

Io sono vivo e non concludo.La vita non conclude.E non sa di nomi, la vita. Quest'albero, respiro tremulo di foglie nuove. Sono quest'albero. Albero, nuvola; domani libro o vento: il libro che leggo, il vento che bevo. Tutto fuori, vagabondo.

Ebbene signor Meis, il destino di Roma è l'identico. I papi ne avevano fatto – a modo loro, s'intende – un'acquasantiera; noi italiani ne abbiamo fatto, a modo nostro, un portacenere.

Nowhere! It is merely to show you that one is born to life in many forms, in many shapes, as tree, or as stone, as water, as butterfly, or as woman. So one may also be born a character in a play.

One is born to life in many forms, in many shapes, as tree, or as stone, as water, as butterfly, or as woman. So one may also be born a character in a play.

To think of death, to pray. It may be that there is one who yet has need of this, and it is to his need that the bells give voice. I no longer have any such need, for the reason that I am dying every instant, and being born anew and without memories: alive and whole, no longer in myself, but in everything outside.

Ma, perdiana!, la Natura ha faticato migliaja, migliaja e migliaja di secoli per salire questi cinque gradini, dal verme all'uomo; s'è dovuta evolvere, è vero? questa materia per raggiungere come forma e come sostanza questo quinto gradino, per diventare questa bestia che ruba, questa bestia che uccide, questa bestia bugiarda, ma che è pure capace di scrivere la Divina Commedia […].

Eu já não tenho essa necessidade, pois morro a cada instante, eu, e renasço novo e sem recordações: vivo e inteiro, já não dentro de mim, mas em cada coisa fora de mim.

Reconoce tal vez, también usted, ahora, que hace un minuto era otro?

To become accepted by the bulk of humanity, spirituality must be "cleansed" of magic, thereby turning it into religion. The original ritualistic elements that are designed to liberate the individual from his cultural trance are labeled as "immoral" or "primitive.

We enter as pilgrims, as wayfarers—knowing there is something we are seeking, something nameless, beautiful, waiting, wanting. Something that will change us so thoroughly that our cozy slippers will no longer fit, that our cat will, at first, hiss upon our return, our hair tinted green with lichen, sweet root tendrils among our toes.

We crossed a wide river and then everything changed. There were no more fields, no houses, no trees, not even telephone poles. Even the colours were gone, all of them except brown and grey and blue of the late-afternoon sky. The world got emptier and emptier until it looked like a brown ocean of dead velvet, just emptiness covered with short dry grass and low scrub.

If by a soul one means the creature who lives within each of us, a creature born loving, born joyful, but who with each worldly blow shrinks more deeply into its shell until at last, the poor desiccated thing is unrecognizable even to its own self, yes. I do.

Once someone has shown you a convincingly different way of looking at the world, it's hard to remember how you saw it before.

I've lost my mind, Alex muttered, grabbing her knives again and stomping back across the kitchen. I woke up this morning a boring little chef on planet earth, and somehow ended up in the Twilight Zone as a third-rate stand-in for Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

Etienne abrió sus brazos en ademán de invitación y respiró aliviado cuando ella se entregó a su abrazo. Allí era donde debía estar. Podía sentirlo. En trescientos años ninguna otra mujer le había hecho sentir que era la adecuada. Había acertado al transformar a Rachel. Estaba hecha para él.

God can take what Satan meant for shame and use it for His glory. Just when we think we've messed up so badly that our lives are nothing but heaps of ashes, God pours His living water over us and mixes the ashes into clay. He then takes this clay and molds it into a vessel of beauty. After He fills us with His overflowing love, He can use us to pour His love into the hurting lives of others.

A Mountain Man in Drag By PM White