Quotes About Transformation

He said, You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand. -The Velveteen Rabbit

Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand.

He didn't mind how he looked to other people, because the nursery magic had made him Real, and when you are Real shabbiness doesn't matter.

Real isn't how you are made. It's a thing that happens to you. Sometimes it hurts, but when you are Real you don't mind being hurt. It doesn't happen all at once. You become. Once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand. Once you are Real you can't become unreal again. It lasts for always.

Olive's tattoo marked the first stage of her transformation into a Mohave. She was now visually integrated into the tribe and physically traceable as a Mohave because of it.

Drink accomplished what God did not. It also served to kill me; to kill. I acquired that drinker's face before I drank.

Jag har en känsla av att lidandet inte kommer att upphöra förrän det finns i en bok... först då kommer det att vara slut. Först då kommer det att vara utplånat. Jag upptäcker det med den här historien som jag har med er: att skriva, det är antagligen, det också, att utplåna. Ersätta.

También para los recuerdos es demasiado tarde. Ahora ya no les quiero. No sé si los quise. Los abandoné. Ya no guardo en mi mente el perfume de su piel ni en mis ojos el color de sus ojos. Ya no me acuerdo de la voz, salvo a veces la de la dulzura con la fatiga de la noche. Ya no oigo la risa, ni la risa ni los gritos. Se acabó, ya no lo recuerdo. [...] se ha convertido en escritura corriente.

Sa main ouverte posée sur mon bras préfigure un avenir multiforme et unique, main rayonnante et unie aux phalanges courbées, cassées, d'une légèreté de plume et qui ont, pour moi, la nouveauté d'une fleur.

Il difficile non è raggiungere qualcosa, è liberarsi dalla condizione in cui si è.

Michael Richardson's eyes had grown brighter. His face had tightened into the full of maturity. Pain was etched upon it, ancient, primordial pain. The moment they saw him again this way, they knew that nothing—no word, no earthly act of violence-could have the least effect upon the change in Michael Richardson. That it now had to be played out to the bitter end. Michael Richardson's new tale had already begun to take shape.

No se trata de que sea necesario conseguir algo, sino de que es necesario salirse de donde se está

Her eyes are closed, but she is very far from being asleep. Even the shape of her face is altered, different. Her features are shrunken, aged. She has suddenly become what she, as she is, would be if she were ugly.

Después ya bo me han dicho que tengo un hermoso cabello, quiero decir que ya no me lo han dicho tanto, como lo decían antes, antes de cortármelo. Después, más bien han dicho: tiene una mirada bonita. La sonrisa también, no está mal.

Después ya no me han dicho que tengo un hermoso cabello, quiero decir que ya no me lo han dicho tanto, como lo decían antes, antes de cortármelo. Después, más bien han dicho: tiene una mirada bonita. La sonrisa también, no está mal.

La musique me transporte dans un monde où la douleur ne cesse pas d'exister, mais s'élargit, se tranquillise, devient tout à la fois plus calme et plus profonde, comme un torrent qui se transforme en lac. (p. 81)

Il se servait de son esprit comme d'un coin pour élargir de son mieux les interstices du mur qui de toute part nous confine. Les failles grandissaient, ou plutôt le mur, semblait-il, perdait de lui-même sa solidité sans pour autant cesser d'être opaque, comme s'il s'agissait d'une muraille de fumée au lieu d'une muraille de pierre. (L'abîme)

Once I had thought chiefly of the man of letters, the traveler, the poet, the lover; none of that had faded, to be sure, but now for the first time I could see among all those figures, standing out with great clarity of line, the most official and yet the most hidden form of all, that of the emperor. The fact of having lived in a world which is toppling around us had taught me the importance of the Prince.

Tous nous serions transformés si nous avions le courage d'être ce que nous sommes.

La beauté de Catherine de Mainau n'était plus qu'un souvenir ; au lieu de miroirs, elle avait dans sa chambre ses portraits d'autrefois. (p. 86)

S? refaci dinl?untru ceea ce arheologii secolului XIX au f?cut din afar?.

Il était arrivé à ce moment de la vie, variable pour tout homme, où l'être humain s'abandonne à son démon ou à son génie, suit une loi mystérieuse qui lui ordonne de se détruire ou de se dépasser.

Le temps, qu'il avait imaginé devoir peser entre ses mains comme un lingot de plomb, fuyait et se subdivisait comme les grains du mercure. Les heures, les jours, et les mois, avaient cessé de s'accorder aux signes des horloges, et même au mouvement des astres. Il lui semblait parfois être resté toute sa vie à Bruges, et parfois y être rentré la veille. Les lieux aussi bougeaient : les distances s'abolissaient comme les jours. (L'abîme)

A]nd death is perhaps nothing more than giving birth to a soul.