Quotes About Transformation

After the blaze burns out, keep watching and wait to hear what the ashes are saying.

Babies haven't any hair;Old men's heads are just as bare;Between the cradle and the graveLies a haircut and a shave.

Wine gives a man nothing... it only puts in motion what had been locked up in frost.

The wild vicissitudes of taste.

New things are made familiar, and familiar things are made new.

Prayer may not change things for you, but it for sure changes you for things.

Things have made you what you are," she recited "What you are will make you what you will become.

Ah, well, during the Middle Ages, religion was often able to redeem art. Today, however, art is about the only thing that can redeem religion, and the clerics will never forgive us that.

I heard Bellona was where it was at. It must be, now. I'm here.

I pass beneath a fixed white line of trees where dry leaves lie for footsteps to dismember. They crackle with a muted sound like fear. That and the wind are all that I can hear. I ask cold air, "What is the word that frees?" The wind says, "Change," and the white sun, "Remember.

When he's connected up to your nervous system, you'll be able to make him whistle, hiss, roar, flap his wings, and spit sparks, though it may take a few days to assimilate him into your body picture. Don't be surprised if at first he just burps and looks seasick. Take your shirt off, please.

Things have made you what you are. What you are will make you what you will become.

Bellona used to be a pretty good town.

You know what I do? I listen to other people, stumbling about with their half thoughts and half sentences and their clumsy feelings that they can't express—and it hurts me. So I go home and burnish it and polish it and weld it to a rhythmic frame, make the dull colors gleam, mute the garish artificiality to pastels, so it doesn't hurt anymore: that's my poem.

Things have made you what you are," she recited. "What you are will make you what you will become.

I've thought, maybe: It's not the season that changes. It's us. The whole city shifts, turns, rearranges itself. All the time. And rearranges us…

For the human mind is seldom at stay: If you do not grow better, you will most undoubtedly grow worse.

The thorn is one of the most cursed, and angry, and crabbed weeds that the earth yieldeth, and yet out of it springeth the rose, one of the sweetest-smelled flowers, and most delightful to the eye, that the earth hath. Your Lord shall make joy and gladness out of your afflictions; for all His roses have a fragrant smell. Wait for the time when His own holy hand shall hold them to your nose...

Our pride must have winter weather to rot it.

If ye were not Christ's wheat, appointed to be bread in His house, He would not grind you.

I see grace growth best in winter.

The thorn is one of the most cursed and angry and crabbed weeds that the earth yields, and yet out of it springs the rose, one of the sweetest smelled flowers, and most delightful to the eye.

Removing a pebble is sometimes enough to change a destiny.

This might have been the only thing that could have awakened you. Your whole life has been a growing from the outside, mastering the challenges that others have set for you. Now, finally, you might just be growing from inside yourself.