Quotes About Transformation

Given to air alone, the cuts of this world burn. But when we dare to enter what is deep, the bruises we carry soften and glow. In truth, the more we accept our limitations and surrender to the depths below our woundedness, the more the vastness holds us up. There is no way to know this but to dive.

we must turn water into air in order to live, which for us means turning our experience into something that can sustain us. It means turning pain into wonder, heartache into joy.

And further, the thing put to rest—whether it be a loved one, a dream, or a false way of seeing—becomes the fertilizer for the life about to form. As the well-used thing joins with the earth, the old love fertilizes the new; the broken dream fertilizes the dream yet conceived; the painful way of being that strapped us to the world fertilizes the freer inner stance about to unfold.

that the best chance to be whole is to love whatever gets in the way, until it ceases to be an obstacle.

Staying the same isn't enough because yesterday's success can easily become tomorrow's mediocrity.

Mark Sanborn

For a century, Edison's light bulb was regarded as a beacon of American genius; then it became a 'climate criminal. That transformation is American decline in a nutshell.

Death is the Mother of Beauty

Education: the path from cocky ignorance to miserable uncertainty.

Training is everything. The peach was once a bitter almond; cauliflower is nothing but cabbage with a college education.

Giacometti said, "The more I work, the more I see things differently, that is, everything gains in grandeur every day, becomes more and more unknown, more and more beautiful. The closer I come, the grander it is, the more remote it is.

The fixed is the world without fire- dead flint, dead tinder, and nowhere a spark. It is motion without direction, force without power, the aimless procession of caterpillars round the rim of a vase, and I hate it because at any moment I myself might step to that charmed and glistening thread.

And now when I sway to a fitful wind, alone and listing, I will think, maple key. When I see a photograph of earth from space, the planet so startlingly painterly and hung, I will think, maple key. When I shake your hand or meet your eyes I will think, two maple keys. If I am a maple key falling, at least I can twirl.

nature is very much a now-you-see-it, now-you-don't affair. A fish flashes, then dissolves in the water before my eyes like so much salt. Deer apparently ascend bodily into heaven; the brightest oriole fades into leaves.

I woke in bits, like all children, piecemeal over the years. I discovered myself and the world, and forgot them, and discovered them again. I woke at intervals until, by that September when Father went down the river, the intervals of waking tipped the scales, and I was more often awake than not. I noticed this process of waking, and predicted with terrifying logic that one of these years not far away I would be awake continuously and never slip back, and never be free of myself again.

Where are the eyes of my childhood, those fearful eyes she had thirty years ago, the eyes that made me?

Pain cannot be kept intact, it needs to be "processed," converted into humor.

J'ai tué ma mère en moi à ce moment-là.

She never knows when it might strike. The rage. And when it does, she loses her grip on herself—literally. At times, she could swear she sees another self—shiny black phantom, faceless, as though clad in a bodysuit—leaping out of her, pulling the rest of her in its wake. Over the edge.

Uno y otro deben estar aprendiendo hasta

Nadie es adulto por disfrazarse de adulto. Ni disfrazarse de joven hace joven a nadie. Es evidente que a muchas personas se les hace cuesta arriba aceptar las etapas de su vida con sus realidades concretas.

El cambio de una persona pasa por el lenguaje. Aprendiendo a hablar de otra manera, nos hacemos de otra manera.

When I die, I want to come back as a Mexican, a Poblano, a fucking grown-up.

Because I know, I think, how it happened. One sells one's soul in increments, slowly, over time. First, it's a simple travel show ('Good for the book!'). Next thing you know, you're getting dry-humped by an ex-wrestler on the Spice Channel. I