Quotes About Transformation

Trauma never goes away completely, it changes perhaps, softens some with time, but never completely goes away.

Time is a wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth.

Sound comes to us over time. You don't get a snapshot of sound. Therefore, what you notice with sound, the essential building block, is change.

Turn your midlife crisis to your own advantage by making it a time for renewal of your body and mind, rather than stand by helplessly and watch them decline.

To repair the irreparable ravages of time.

Time heals griefs and quarrels, for we change and are no longer the same persons. Neither the offender nor the offended are any more themselves.

Time is neutral and does not change things. With courage and initiative, leaders change things.

Do not allow past experiences to be imprinted on your mind. Perform asana each time with a fresh mind and with a fresh approach.

Time perfects men as well as destroys them.

What is a ruin but time easing itself of endurance?

Time is not kind to everything.

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.

Isolation means a lack of growth. I grew up in China at a time when the country was completely isolated. That era is over.

The 21st of December marks the end of the time and the beginning of no-time

The developing science departs at the same time more and more from its original scope and purpose and threatens to sacrifice its earlier unity and split into diverse branches.

Each time I think that the song is ended ... something higher and better begins for me.

Years, following years, steal something every day; At last they steal us from ourselves away.

The word landed with a stony thud Onto my still-beating breast. Nevermind, I was prepared, I will manage with the rest. I have a lot of work to do today; I need to slaughter memory, Turn my living soul to stone Then teach myself to live again. . . But how. The hot summer rustles Like a carnival outside my window; I have long had this premonition Of a bright day and a deserted house.

Today I have so much to do: I must kill memory once and for all, I must turn my soul to stone, I must learn to live again--

It was no mere fancy. Fancy does not remold a man in a moment. Fancy has its ups and downs, its hot minutes and-its cold. This was a steady inspiration; an enlarge¬ ment of the soul such as I had hitherto been a stranger to, and which I knew then, as plainly as I do now, would serve to make my happiness or my misery as Fortune lent her aid or passed me coldly by.

Then when she really thought about it she realized she'd been becoming different people for as long as she could remember but had never really noticed, or had put it down to moods, or marriage, or motherhood. The problem was that she'd thought that at a certain point she would be a finished product.

Maybe everyone stays the same inside, even when their life looks nothing like what they once had, or even imagined.

It's odd when I think of the arc of my life, from child to young woman to aging adult. First I was who I was. Then I didn't know who I was. Then I invented someone and became her. Then I began to like what I invented. And finally I was what I was again...Anna Quindlen

Nora remembered drawing in the sand of her future with a stick. What she couldn't recall was when the sand had become cement, the who-I-want-to-be turned for once and for all into who-I-am.