Quotes About Transformation

It's been a long time coming But I know a change is gonna come

How reluctantly the bee emerges from deep within the peony

quanto mais você se tornar um conhecedor da gratidão, menos você será vítima do ressentimento, da depressão e do desespero. A gratidão funcionará como um elixir que gradualmente dissolverá a concha dura de seu ego - sua necessidade de possuir e controlar - e transformará você num ser generoso. O senso de gratidão produz uma verdadeira alquimia espiritual, torna-nos magnânimos - de almas grandes.

This isn't champagne anymore. We went through the champagne a long time ago. This is serious stuff. The days of champagne are long gone.

She refers to her past as the time before she was "blown away.

Gazing at the grandeur of heavenly glory transforms our value system. In

Moi Aussi I need to know you even as I never know my self that phantom ache of amputated innocence You, the stirrings of a curtain, dust settling on sepia cuckoo clocks covers obscuring Perhaps one day you will become a benign sentence an agency through which to be. Return

Those cuts on my ribs are because I am trying to open gills before the flood comes.

We grow up into ghosts. No

Nothing stranger than pregnancy could happen to a body. Not drugs, not sex. An unknown that gets bigger every day. An unknown I feel stirring, growing, making me do things my body doesn't normally do. A program set to play. One day it will talk to me. It will die. How's that possible?

Art isn't a hawk making lazy circles in the sky. Beauty doesn't equal art, and it can't just be the world in a package. It's got to take the world and mess it up some. Add the artifice as a lens, right?

After only a week on the road, I am changed. It's hard for me to stay too long at a diner or coffee shop. I hear so much now. The air conditioners, dishwashers, coffee machines, and restroom hand dryers rage like an angry electric army.

It's weird to hear this again - to hear how I was perceived by people before they got to know me. Some of the girls thought I was a bitch - aloof, distant - but now they see the truth.

DüÅŸünüyordum kendime kendime: Tam bir çekirdekle eksik bir aÄŸaç aras?ndaki fark, tam çekirdeÄŸin ç?kmaza girdiÄŸi ve deÄŸiÅŸmediÄŸi takdirde çürüyeceÄŸi, eksik aÄŸac?n ise önünde çok parlak bir geleceÄŸi olduÄŸuydu

Bir dakika sonra ÅŸeftali olarak benden geriye hiçbir ÅŸey kalmam??t?. Oysa çekirdeÄŸim ne zaman ve nas?l yeÅŸermeye baÅŸlayaca??n? planl?yordu. Ben belirli zamanlarda ölüyor ve tekrar diriliyordum.

No one could have predicted this, but this is how the world works. One moment, you are stuck, and then the moment expands, as if God were forcing it open with his pretty bare hands, and you find yourself in another dimension, and you are still you, but the world around you has suddenly changed colours.

I get up, go out, and everything is changed. The blood drains from my head, the noise of things bursting, merging, avoiding one another, assails me on all sides, my eyes search in vain for two things alike, each pinpoint of skin screams a different message, I drown in the spray of phenomena.

The fact is, it seems, that the most you can hope is to be a little less, in the end, the creature you were in the beginning, and the middle.

Time is the only true purgatory.

All our lives long, every day and every hour, we are engaged in the process of accommodating our changed and unchanged selves to changed and unchanged surroundings: living, in fact, is nothing else than this process of accommodation; when we fail in it a little we are stupid, when flagrantly we are mad, when we give up the attempt altogether we die, when we suspend it temporarily we sleep.

Embryos think with each stage of their development that they have now reached the only condition that really suits them. This, they say, must certainly be their last, inasmuch as its close will be so great a shock that nothing can survive it. Every change is a shock; every shock is a pro tanto death. What we call death is only a shock great enough to destroy our power to recognize a past and a present as resembling one another.

Embryo minds, like embryo bodies, pass through a number of strange metamorphoses before they adopt their final shape.

The world shall find this miracle in me, that fire can burn when all matter's spent.

Our biases can be used against themselves: we are better placed to nudge our friends and family away from their prejudices than we are to urge such moral transformation on strangers.