Quotes About Transformation

Write to save yourself,' Athos said, 'and someday you'll write because you've been saved.'" - from Fugitive Pieces by Anne Michaels

One learns to accept the fact that no permanent return is possible to an old form of relationship; and, more deeply still, that there is no holding of a relationship to a single form. This is not tragedy but part of the ever-recurrent miracle of life and growth.

All living relationships are in process of change, of expansion, and must perpetually be building themselves new forms. But there is no single fixed form to express such a changing relationship.

Only in growth, reform, and change, paradoxically enough, is true security to be found.

One must lose one's life to find it. Woman can best refind herself by losing herself in some kind of creative activity of her own.

There is no sin punished more implacably by nature than the sin of resistance to change

One is free, like the hermit crab, to change one's shell.

Dai Tregarron had called her Olwen, had spoken to her as if she were a creature capable of escape from the commonplace, not the pedestrian, middle-aged woman everyone else saw, incapable of imagination, even less of passion. He had seen who she wanted to be and given the dream a moment's life.

One moment the world is as it is. The next, it is something entirely different. Something it has never been before.

I was a newborn vampire, weeping at the beauty of the night.

One tiny flame could make so many other flames; one tiny flame could set afire a whole world.

My last sunrise. That morning, I was not yet a vampire. And I saw my last sunrise. I remember it completely; yet I do not think I remember any other sunrise before it.

But the sky was never quite the same shade of blue again.

And you must know we do not really change over time; we are as flowers unfolding, we merely become more nearly ourselves.

That morning I was not yet a vampire, and I saw my last sunrise. I remember it completely, and yet I can't recall any sunrise before it. I watched its whole magnificence for the last time as if it were the first. And then I said farewell to sun light, and set out to become what I became.

In the chapel you prayed to be a saint and now I will make you a god.

Let tears gather in your eyes. You haven't tears enough for what you've done to me. Six more mortal years, seven, eight…I might have had that shape!' Her pointed finger flew at Madeleine, whose hands had risen to her face, whose eyes were clouded over. Her moan was almost Claudia's name. But Claudia did not hear her. 'Yes, that shape, I might have known what it was to walk at your side.

You do not know your vampire nature. You are like an adult who, looking back on his childhood, realizes that he never appreciated it. You cannot, as a man, go back to the nursery and play with your toys, asking for the love and care to be showered on you again simply because now you know their worth. So it is with you and mortal nature. You've given it up. You no longer look through a glass darkly. But you cannot pass back to the world of human warmth with your new eyes.

Phil was mumbling that Reuben might become a writer after all and writers had a way of redeeming everything that ever happens to them.

what was the good of being a movie werewolf? You howled at the moon; you couldn't remember what you did, and then somebody shot you.

Every time I stumbled and fell, something in me hardened, became worse. By the time I reached the castle gates; I think I was not Lestat. I was someone else altogether.

You have to pass away from what failed you into what can sustain you. Otherwise - there is no hope.

When the world of man collapses in ruin, beauty will take over. The trees shall grow again where there were streets; the flowers will again cover the meadow that is now a dank field of hovels. That shall be the purpose of the Satanic master, to see the wild grass and the dense forest cover up all trace of the once great cities until nothing remains.

I didn't tell her what it had been like, those few days. But I think she knew. Something magical had been lost utterly.