Quotes About Transformation

Fluxers were one of the five Fs. They could turn into animals. Flyers flew. Flares had fire magic. Fuzzies had animal magic. Flickers had invisibility magic of one sort or another.

Just as night always turns into day, there will always be endings that turn into new beginnings

some quality that was there before has been stolen. The scholar is still there, thought Taliesin, but I believe that the poet has gone.

Smallness is subversive, because smallness can creep into smaller places and wreak transformation at the most vulnerable, cellular level. In a time when largeness is threatening to topple us, I wish to remember and praise the beauty of smallness, in order to banish the Goliath of loneliness.

My lips are chapped from the winds of change.

In death, you get upgraded into a saint no matter how much people hated you in life.

If Americans can transform Memorial Day, technically a remembrance of all our war dead ever, into the official kickoff of summer, we can handle adapting one demoralizing battle into a wholesome, chipper get-together.

Tacking an object up on a wall changes things.

It says something about the ugliness of September 11, 1777, that this boy woke up a Lutheran and went to bed a Quaker.

Wall Comes Down, No Big Whoop.

If you want things to be different, you have to start by changing yourself.

William Morris championed the movement for Arts and Crafts. He believed that when we build a house with our hands, make furniture in our workshops, make pots and paintings in our studios, plant fruits and flowers in our gardens, we transform ourselves into alchemists, turning ordinary into extraordinary.

You discover that it takes far more courage to transform the impulse toward justified violence into the embrace of a supposed adversary.

Be not deceived. Revolutions do not go backward.

Oh, God," Wilhelm prayed, "Let me out of my trouble. Let me out of my thoughts, and let me do something better with myself. For all the time I have wasted I am very sorry. Let me out of this clutch and into a different life. For I am all balled up. Have mercy.

You have to have the power to employ pain, to repent, to be illuminated, you must have the opportunity and even the time.

His mind took one of its odd jumps. He opened a clean page in his grimy notebook, and in the twig-divided shade of a wild cherry, infested with tent caterpillars, he began to make notes for a poem.

Fantasia, fantasia, fantasia. Si trasforma in realtà. Essa sorregge, essa altera, essa redime!

He had come into a view of mutability, and I too could see that one is only ostensibly born to remain in specified limits.

You do all you can to humanize and familiarize the world, and suddenly it becomes more strange than ever. The living are not what they were, the dead die again and again, and at last for good.

The sand swallows burst out of their scupper holes in the bluffs and out over the transparent drown of the water, back again to the white, to the brown, to the black, from moving to stock-still sand waves and water-worked woods and roots that hugged and twisted in the sun.

But when he sat down for a moment on the bed, all the comedy of it was snatched away and torn to pieces. He was wrong about the woman's expression: he was trying to transform it into something he could bear. The truth was probably far different. He had started out to see what had happened with her eyes and had ended by substituting his own, thus contriving to put her on his side.

I know that I don't have to be next year what I was last year. I've been at one end and I can get to the other. There's no limit to what I can be. And even if I should miss being so dazzling, I know the idea of it is genuine.

But we mustn't forget how quickly the visions of genius become the canned goods of the intellectuals.