Quotes About Transformation

So all of us who have had that veil removed can see and reflect the glory of the Lord. And the Lord—who is the Spirit—makes us more and more like him as we are changed into his glorious image. —2 Corinthians 3:18

You see, when we allow God's love to shine from us, we have the blessing and joy of seeing the awkward duckling turn into the beautiful swan.

El amor no borra el pasado, pero hace diferente el futuro.

Making room for God and others means first putting off the old self. — James Stuart Bell

God's love working through you can bring change in a soul. — Jessica Talbot —

They'll know we are transformed when our behavior truly changes. — James Stuart Bell

Don't be discouraged. One day God will make you perfect—in goodness, compassion, and love. — Mark Littleton —

Yet the nearly metamorphic quality of his successes would fully exceed the dominion of money.

There's no such thing as "sustaining" leadership; it must be reinvented again and again.

the most important question for any organization is this: Are we changing as fast as the world around us? For most organizations, the answer is no.

a different result requires doing something different.

Gary L. McIntosh

We can't educate today's students for tomorrow's challenges with yesterday's schools.

He was not the same. The plane passing changed him, the disappointment cut him down and made him new. He was not the same and would never be again like he had been. That was one of the true things, the new things. And the other one was that he would not die, he would not let death in again.

None of that used to be in Brian and now it was a part of him, a changed part of him, a grown part of him, and the two things, his mind and his body, had come together as well, had made a connection with each other that he didn't quite understand.

But perhaps more than his body was the change in his mind, or in the way he was--was becoming. I am not the same, he thought. I see, I hear differently.

In measured time forty-seven days had passed since the crash. Forty-two days, he thought, since he had died and been born as the new Brian.

He was not the same and would never be again like he had been. That was one of the true things, the new things. And the other one was that he would not die, he would not let death in again.

In measured time forty-seven days had passed since the crash. Forty-two days, he thought, since he had died and been born as the new Brian. When the plane had come and gone it had put him down, gutted him and dropped him and left him with nothing.

The vast country is still there, but it has somehow been altered by intrusions, peopled to death. It is all gone, all changed, all tamed and pacified and cleaned and boiled and sanitized and made healthy and politically correct.

Fifty-four days," Brian said. "Not quite two months. Yes—that's me.

Joshie had always told Post-Human Services staff to keep a diary, to remember who we were, because every moment our brains and synapses are being rebuilt and rewired with maddening disregard for our personalities, so that each year, each month, each day we transform into a different person, an utterly unfaithful iteration of our original selves, of the drooling kid in the sandbox.

After all, this is America, and you can swap out the parts of yourself that don't work. You can rebuild yourself piece by piece.

After he had taught himself to be friendly, everything else became harder. He had to let go of his nerdy passions. He couldn't do both at once.