Quotes About Transformation

Ugliness is halfway to beauty.

God's heart is not to obliterate who we are and our culture, but to infiltrate every part of us and all areas of culture and align it with His love, which can transform and restore everything He created to the fullness of His original plan and purpose.

Truly, these are among the most exciting days to be called beyond the church's walls, because God is releasing disciples into every industry and occupation.

God's glory is our manifesting his heart and character through our lives and choices.

I can see the color of the grass deepening, becoming impossibly green the way it does in early spring when you've almost stopped believing that things will ever grow again. Right now it looks like each individual blade has been painted, and I wonder who will notice these things when I'm gone.

How did I look at her for three fucking years and see an assistant, not a woman? A lover? No idea. I only know I can't do it anymore.

Sometimes God will take you to a prison to set you free.

There are some of you here today who feel like dead people. It is as if you are already six feet under, staring up at the top of your own locked coffin. This morning Jesus wants to set you free. You simply have to let go of the key and pass it through the little hole, where you see a tiny shaft of light.

The Greek word for salvation, sozo, means 'to save and to heal.' Christ wants nothing less for each of us. He wants nothing less for you. Christ continues to work in our lives - long after we come to faith - as He exposes the broken places where we have lost hope, inviting us to bring all of it to Him.

Thus, when we plead for the gift of charity, we aren't asking for lovely feelings toward someone who bugs us or someone who has injured or wounded us. We are actually pleading for our very natures to be changed, for our character and disposition to become more and more like the Savior's, so that we literally feel as He would feel and thus do what He would do.

For it would be only for a time. Until what he knew and thought became no longer relevant or necessary and was forgotten. But that was the same with all of us. We were only what we were for a time, at that time. Then our own silver began to mix with the tin of our future to change us. I knew this to be so and grieved for Windlow while I grieved for me. In time I would not be this Peter, even as I now was not the peter of two years ago.... Yet that Peter was not lost.

I learned how to stop crying. I learned how to hide inside of myself. I learned how to be somebody else. I learned how to be cold and numb.

Seems like the cold would never go away and winter would be like the bottom of my feet but then it is gone in one night and in its place comes the sun so large and laughable.

There's never enough time to change your life. You don't get to change your life, period.

But now I want it to pour. I want it to storm. I want to be clean.

Overnight, I became a good player. I suppose it had something to do with confidence. I mean, I'd always been the lowest Indian on the reservation totem pole - I wasn't expected to be good so I wasn't. But in Reardan, my coach and the other players wanted me to be good. They needed me to be good. They expected me to be good. And so I became good. I wanted to live up to expectations. I guess that's what it comes down to. The power of expectations.

People can do things completely against their nature, completely. It's like some tiny earthquake comes roaring through your body and soul, and it's the only earthquake you'll ever feel. But it damages so much, cracks the foundations of your life forever.

People can do things completely against their nature, completely. It's like some tiny earthquake comes roaring through your body and soul, and it's the only earthquake you'll ever feel. But it damages so much, cracks the foundations of your life forever. So

If you don't like the things you remember, then all you have to do is change the memories. Instead of remembering the bad things, remember what happened immediately before.

There's always time to change your life.

Do you understand how one small dog—afraid of the wolves who had attacked him and those who would attack him anew—might stand on his hind legs, might evolve in a moment, so he could run away and never return?

Grief is a plastic surgeon.

Homer had transformed a lying colonial asshole into one of the most admired literary figures in human history. So, Corliss asked, what lessons could we learn from Homer? To be considered epic, one needed only to employ an epic biographer.

A century ago she might have been beautiful, her face reflected in the river instead of a mirror. But all the years have changed more than the shape of our blood and eyes. We wear fear now like a turquoise choker, like a familiar shawl.