Quotes About Transformation

I do not know who lives here in my chest, or why the smile comes. I am not myself, more the bare green knob of a rose that lost every leaf and petal to the morning wind.

You sit here for days saying, This is strange business. You're the strange business. You have the energy of the sun in you, but you keep knotting it up at the base of your spine. You're some weird kind of gold that wants to stay melted in the furnace, so you won't have to become coins.

What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is your candle.

Become the sky. Take an axe to the prison wall. Escape.

And don't think the garden loses its ecstasy in winter. It's quiet, but the roots are down there riotous.

That which God said to the rose, and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty, He said to my heart, and made it a hundred times more beautiful.

I want your sun to reach my raindrops, so your heat can raise my soul upward like a cloud.

Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.

Lightning, your presence from ground to sky, no one knows what becomes of me, when you take me so quickly.

Your legs will get heavy and tired. Then comes a moment of feeling the wings you've grown, lifting.

I was dead, then alive. Weeping, then laughing. The power of love came into me, and I became fierce like a lion, then tender like the evening star.

If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?

Isn't it time to turn your heart into a temple of fire?

You must lance an ulcer to heal it. You must tear down parts of an old building to restore it, and so it is with a sensual life that has no spirit in it.

You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?

Let yourself become living poetry.

If you knew yourself for even one moment, if you could just glimpse your most beautiful face, maybe you wouldn't slumber so deeply in that house of clay. Why not move into your house of joy and shine into every crevice! For you are the secret Treasure-bearer, and always have been. Didn't you know?

That hurt we embrace becomes joy. Call it to your arms where it can change.

You've gotten drunk on so many kinds of wine. Taste this. It won't make you wild. It's fire. Give up, if you don't understand by this time that your living is firewood.

Be melting snow. Wash yourself of yourself.

God turns you from one feeling to another and teaches you by means of opposites, so that you will have two wings to fly — not one.

The cure for pain is in the pain.

Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.

Something opens our wings, something makes boredom and hurt disappear.