Quotes About Transformation

The cast had to come off before she could attempt a sculpture of her prey.

It struck Seeker that she did not know the man her own son had become.

A shape was only a mask, to be discarded upon an instant.

She thought of him shedding names and lives and lovers across the centuries, and wondered how he bore it. And then he turned and caught her eye and smiled, and thought that rather, perhaps the shedding was how he bore it.

Human, all of them, in deference to the waning moon but there was no way any of thm could be mistaken for anything but wolves.

He remembered hard hands turned generous, and shuddered.

You changed; you adapted; you made the most of what you were and strove to become more. He would survive.

We didn't build House. We just adaptd it, learned how to program it.

Even if Rien awoke sore and sticky, it was a better awakening than the last.

I didn't think too hard about anything, which, being me, was one of the most unnatural things I have ever done.

Earth is an egg, Casey. Eventually, the hatchling either puts its beak through the shell, or it suffocates in its own waste.

When you realize you've been one of the biggest barriers to your own change and you take full responsibility, you put yourself in a place of power.

Our patterns and stories, no matter how far back they go, can be surrendered and rewritten. We can walk away from them in any moment. Every choice can be change and every moment is a blank slate.

Transformation is now. Embrace this moment when you feel frustrated or uncertain and be the change right now. You don't have to wait. What you do today matters. It makes a difference. Everything you do makes a difference.

Our patterns and stories, no matter how far back they go, can be surrendered and rewritten. We can walk away from them in any moment. Every choice can be change and every moment is a blank slate. The way things have been does not have to be the way they continue to be.

Now, on this road trip, my mind seemed to uncrinkle, to breathe, to present to itself a cure for a disease it had not, until now, known it had.

Until everythingwas rainbow, rainbow, rainbow!And I let the fish go.

Even if one were tempted to literary interpretations such as: life/death, right/wrong, male/female --such notions would have resolved, dissolved, straight off in that watery, dazzling dialectic.

Art is the only thing that can go on mattering, once it has stopped hurting.

Makes of men date, like makes of cars...

Art is one thing that can go on mattering once it has stopped hurting.

One does not go into the world and come home the same: isolation has altered its nature when one returns.

Nothing arrives on paper as it started, and so much arrives that never started at all. To write is always to rave a little, even if one did once know what one meant.

There can occur in lives a subsidence under the soil, so that, without the surface having been visibly broken, gradients alter, uprights cant a little out of the straight.