Quotes About Transformation

In the equal light of disinterested scrutiny such things are not themselves. They are transformed into pure object, and are horrible, and must be burned.

I always imagine divine mercy giving us back to ourselves and letting us laugh at what we became, laugh at the preoisterous disguises of crouch and squint and limp and lour we all do put on.

That's how the world is, touch anything, change everything. Caution is needed.

I talked once with a cabdriver who had spent years in prison. He said he had no idea that the world was something he could be interested in. And then he read a book.

We had visions in those days, a number of us did. Your young men will have visions and your old men will dream dreams. And now all those young men are old men, if they're alive at all, and their visions are no more than dreams, and the old days are forgotten. We fly forgotten as a dream, as it says in the old hymn, and our dreams are forgotten long before we are.

The wind blows a milkweed puff and two seeds do not fly.

Tehching Hsieh—for me, always a true master of performance art, and one who truly represents transformation. Tehching has made five performances in his life, each of them lasting for one year. He followed this with a thirteen-year plan, in which he made art without showing it. If you ask him what he's doing now, he will say he is doing life. And this, for me, is the ultimate proof of his mastery.

Failures are very important—they mean a great deal to me. After a big failure, I go into a deep depression and a very dark part of my body, but soon afterward I come back to life again, alive to something else.

Les gens éprouvent une grande souffrance, et nous passons tous notre temps à essayer de la refouler. Et quand on refoule une souffrance émotionnelle assez longtemps elle se transforme en souffrance physique.

The seductive invitation of metamorphosis - of turning into something other — has continued to suffuse fantasies of identity; on the one hand holding out a way of escape from humanity, on the other annihilating the self.

L'architecture transforme un état de nature, en état de culture.

Note that a rotation by 360 degrees is equivalent to doing nothing at all, or rotating by zero degrees. This is known as the identity transformation. Why bother to define such a transformation at all? As we shall see later in the book, the identity transformation plays a similar role to that of the number zero in the arithmetic operation of addition or the number one in multiplication-when you add zero to a number or multiply a number by one, the number remains unchanged.

dormitorio? Kay, después de beber un buen sorbo, sonrió y repuso: —Bueno. Para ella, todo fue casi igual a como había sido antes, salvo que Michael era ahora más rudo, más directo, menos tierno.

Aquí cambian las personas, teniente, nunca las cosas.

Ahora ella está de frente a él. De golpe, Alberto descubre que el rostro tantas veces evocado en el colegio estás últimas semanas tenía una firmeza que no asoma en el rostro que ve a su lado, el mismo que vio en el cine Metro, o tras esa puerta, cuando se despidieron, un rostro cohibido, unos ojos tímidos que se apartan de los suyos y se abren y cierran como tocados por el sol de verano.

A él le parecía que Gertrudis se había convertido con los años en una especie de mueble, que había dejado de ser una persona viviente.

automóviles, edificios desiguales y descoloridos, esqueletos de avisos luminosos flotando en la neblina, el mediodía gris. ¿En qué momento se había jodido el Perú?

A literatura é como um corpo vivo que se vai transformando segundo o contexto em que habita

Ese objeto, anodino en la realidad real, transfigurado prodigiosamente por el lenguaje, es la demostración de algo que descubrió Flaubert a los veinticuatro años y que se apresuró a participar a su amigo Le Poittevin: «Pour qu'une chose soit intéressante, il suffit de la regarder longtemps».[53]

No era una olla de grillos este país, niño, no era un rompecabezas macanudo el Perú? ¿No era increíble que los odriístas y los apristas que tanto se odiaban ahora fueran uña y carne, niño? ¿Qué diría su papá de esto, niño?" Pasaje de: Mario Vargas Llosa. "Conversación en La Catedral." EpubLibre, 1969-01-01. iBooks. Es posible que este material esté protegido por copyright.

The word 'feminine,' as I understand it, has very little to do with gender, nor is woman the custodian of femininity. Both men and women are searching for their pregnant virgin. She is the part of us who is outcast, the part who comes to consciousness through going into darkness, mining our leaden darkness, until we bring her silver out.

Why put them through the danger of the fire? And then, I heard, as though it spoke, the voice of the guardian-head: Each piece must go through the fire. The cowl, the wings, the pneuma, the source, the flow. All must go the way that I have gone. Each may crack in the process, as I have cracked. But look, the crack has healed. I did not break. Without the fire, the piece is untested, unlived, raw. Each must go through the fire.

If we are blindly living out an archetype, we are not containing our own life. We are possessed, and possession acts as a magnet on unconscious people in our environment. A life that is being truly lived is constantly burning away the veils of illusion, gradually revealing the essence of the individual.

Change means change. We may have all the insights, but if we do not incarnate them, they are all in vain.