Quotes About Transformation

Years had passed, and all of life was different now.

Es decir, ellos, como todas las otras parejas que ha conocido, viven en un estado de suave declive, de convertirse, de modo sutil y sin torturas, cada día en algo menos de lo que eran el día anterior.

Beth had taught Laura to look within herself, and what she found was a revelation.

She thought she would know when it happened. But now, as she looked around, she wondered if it was really like that at all. Maybe it happened in a million different ways, when you were thinking of it and you weren't. Maybe there was no gap, no jump, no chasm. You didn't forget yourself all at once. Maybe you just looked around one time or another and you thought, Hey. And there you were.

People left a lot of things behind when they went in the water. Their clothes, their stuff, their makeup, their fixed-up hair, their voices, their hearing, their sight—at least as the normally experienced them.

I hated motorcycles. I said to my mother, 'I'll never get a motorcycle.' And she said, 'You never know what you'll want when you are older.' After that, the thing that scared me was not so much the motorcycle itself, but that I could turn into a person who would want one. I was scared of the idea that I could become an entirely different person, a stranger to myself.

What Daniel taketh away, Daniel giveth.

I knew her hair and her coloring and her shapes would be different next time, but the way she wore her body would keep on.

Polly was pretty good at dieting, all right, but she was beginning to wonder whether you ever lost the parts of your self that you wanted to lose.

Once Paul told her that the beach was like him because it changed every day but it never made any progress. Later she remembered thinking that a normal person might have begun by saying that he was like the beach.

Le chagrin, c'est comme un nouveau-né, les trois premiers mois, c'est l'enfer et, au bout de six mois, on finit par s'avouer vaincu, on réorganise sa vie en fonction de lui, on lui fait de la place.

he is the drip, drip of water that carves a canyon right through the middle of me.

Bridget loved the Marly who glittered and preened, but this was the woman she remembered. That was how the story went. That was how it really ended.

Once Paul told her that the beach was like him because it changed every day but never made progress

On that fateful night they'd had sex, it seemed to her that she'd fallen asleep one person and woken up another. She couldn't remember the hows and whys of who she used to be. It was bewildering. Like hypnosis or a magic spell or a dream that had broken on her waking.

I know what my parents thought they were bringing me to, but that's not where my parents left me. I didn't understand it at the time, but in the military they do a thing where they train you to comply with the rules by tearing you down and breaking your spirit so you will conform, and then little by little they build you into what they want you to be. That's what they did there. I was gonna try and get through this and get out. That was my goal.

By the time I reached school, I was shaking. I felt as if my entire world had warped and twisted like a funhouse mirror. Nothing was the same as it had been a month ago.

Did you do something crazy, like cut it all off?" "Well," I said, "not all." "But it's real short, right?" "Yeah, but —" "Why did you do it?

I pointed to my left toe show, where I'd written (in red ink, with the calligraphy pen that no longer cursed me), 'For Becca, with love from Princess Aurora.

You see, they hadn't said a single nice thing to me since I had gotten the makeover

Fires and all, it was one of my best experiences ever.

The leaves were sun-baked lizards, stirring towards the sea that churned its chain of silver snakes, which would, if given half the chance, coil round, pull him out of this urban setting, vomit him on dry land.

And then came the insight that irrevocably transformed my sense of how good human life could be. I was feeling boundless love for one of my best friends, and I suddenly realized that if a stranger had walked through the door at that moment, he or she would have been fully included in this love. Love was at bottom impersonal—and deeper than any personal history could justify. Indeed, a transactional form of love—I love you because. . . —now made no sense at all.

I was used to hiding magazines inside my Bible so I'd have something to read during Father's sermons. I never would have dreamed that someday I'd be doing it the other way around.