Quotes About Transformation

He stands at the door and knocks, but the latch is on the inside, and only we can open it. He has enacted the consecration, but the communion depends upon us; and whether our work will ever be finished depends entirely on how we relive His life and become other Christ's, for His Good Friday and His passion avail us nothing unless we relive it in our own lives.

All round about us, in our parishes, in our daily contacts with men, are countless masses of souls that are like gold ingots covered with dross. And we, if we but had the fire of the Spirit, would burnish them into jewels of the Kingdom of God!

The more you are led by God's love, the more you become yourself and it is all done without ever losing your freedom.

One cannot tell when grace is coming or how it will work on the soul; whether it will come as a result of a disgust with sin

Our Lord has a double view of us: the way He intended us to be and the way we corresponded to His grace.

Thanks to the Spirit, though the priest grows older in years, he becomes younger through ascent to the altar of God where youth is renewed.

Thus He did at a marriage feast what He would not do in a desert; He worked in the full gaze of men what He had refused to do before Satan. Satan asked Him to turn stones into bread in order that He might become an economic Messias; His mother asked Him to change water into wine that He might become a Savior.

The world is full of poetry; it is sin which turns it into prose.

He who does not advance in perfection falls into imperfection. An unattended garden becomes full of weeds. Things do not remain the same by being left alone. White fences do not stay white; they gradually become gray and then black. There are no planes in the spiritual life. We go uphill or we go downhill. The moment we cease to row against the stream, the current carries us down river.

The man who says, 'I am so stupid,' instead of 'Lord be merciful to me, I sinner,' is still far from rebirth.

We give up our time, and get His eternity; we give up our sin, and receive His grace; we give up petty loves, and receive the Flame of Love.

But He pointed to His torn and battered Self on a hill, and then added that only through the Cross in their lives will there ever be beauty of soul in the newness of life.

Broken things are precious. We eat broken bread because we share in the death of our Lord and his broken life. Broken flowers give perfume. Broken incense is used in adoration. A broken ship saved Paul and many other passengers on the way to Rome. Sometimes the only way the good Lord can get into some hearts is to break them.

I can't think of any film that improved on a good novel, but I can think of many good films that came from very bad novels.

os seres humanos não nascem para sempre no dia em que as suas mães os dão à luz, mas que a vida os obriga uma e outra vez ainda a parirem-se a si mesmos.

Il n'y avait pas à se le cacher, mes élèves au regard angélique devenaient à Noël de petits monstres acharnés à saigner leurs parents aux fins de se montrer généreux envers moi.

Although we didn't invite Lucinda, she arrived anyway-with a gift. No need, Char and I chimed together. Remember when you were a squirrel, Mandy said.

Instead of making me docile, Lucinda's curse made a rebel of me

To overcome the emotional hardships of being ridiculed for being different, she turned difference into specialness and transformed her disability into a defining quality of her identity.

It's changed from one-hit wonder to 'Greg Rutherford wins events.' That's what I've always wanted, that level of recognition.

You have to change on the fly. You have to adapt. It's what I do. It's what wins for me.

The winter of 1991 found me stunned and shivering in the aftermath of an imploded love affair. Being 26, I flung myself actorishly on London and, without any intimations of my own ludicrousness, spent two years showing God what I thought of Him by letting myself go.

Early in the winter of 2002, I gave my life to the Lord. Before I was one, I always thought being a Christian would be boring. In reality, it has been the complete opposite.

I had seen an image of these hanging persimmons that are dried during the winter and turned into sweet, dried fruit. And I really like the idea of this very bitter, hard fruit before it's ripened - on display and slowly maturing and turning sweeter and letting its environment impact it. It felt like a very fitting metaphor for where I've come from.