Quotes About Transformation

The plays that I performed in the '70s are not the same plays that I perform today. However, what they have in common is a solid foundation of a story, and good, healthy comedy.

I saw singer Pink doing aerial flips during one of her performances at Grammy Awards. It got me inspired, and I started doing it, too. It has made me very flexible. I couldn't even touch my toes a few years ago, but now I find myself to be extremely fit.

Between death and a new birth, we know that our body, down to its smallest particles, is formed out of the cosmos. For we ourselves prepare this physical body, bringing together in it the whole of animal nature; we ourselves build it.

We were called The Toilets originally - we were flushed with success.

Before I became a writer, I was running a jazz bar in the center of Tokyo, which means that I worked in filthy air all the time late into the night. I was very excited when I started making a living out of my writing, and I decided, 'I will live in nothing but an absolutely healthy way.'

We revolutionaries acknowledge the right to revolution when we see that the situation is no longer tolerable, that it has become a frozen. Then we have the right to overthrow it.

Travel takes a toll on you.

The journey of shedding weight was tough, but the only good thing was it did not take a toll on my health.

It is this shared experience of disaster, and its psychological and social transformations, that helps explain why the radical reforms of the 1930s and 1940s happened, and finally took hold, when they did.

This race among the superrich—for zeroes in their bank accounts—means a race to transform items of inestimable value into cold, hard cash. The land, what's on and under the land—all that vibrant life—human effort and creativity, our friendships, our health and the "statistical value" of our very lives, all are being converted into money. We have even equated speech—that unique human gift—with money.

Fitzgerald could sense that America was poised on the edge of a vast transformation, and wrote a novel bridging his moment and ours. The Great Gatsby made manifest precisely what Fitzgerald's contemporaries couldn't bear to see, and thus it is not only the Jazz Age novel par excellence, but also the harbinger of its decline and fall.

So if we could not have love, my husband and I, then at least I could have alchemy.

My shell collection Here are my shells, orderly to the eye, mysterious to the mind. Some are rough and grainy, others are soft and pearly. Mine are all empty, but out in the sea there are empty ones too – as many as there are full. When the creatures emerge, they leave part of themselves behind. That is why I think of these spirals as living though they are asleep in their forms.

He told her the flowers in her painting contained exactly the purple substance of the flowers on the desk in front of her [...] Let us open the window and see if your painting can entice the butterflies.

The two of you are different now, calmer. There is still sex, occasionally, but is no longer a priority to seduce or be seduced by him.

I'm the wood in the fire. I've experienced, altered in nature. I am burnt, damaged, more resilient. A life is a bead of water on the black surface, so frail, so strong, its world incredibly held.

I said, it's strange, each time I see you again. You look different. Altered. You're not like I remember. I have to get used to you.

I used to love you. - What's changed? - You. - No. Now you see me. That's all.

I need to become who I already am

Sanity is found at the centre of convulsion, where madness is scorched from the bisected soul.

She's sick to the fucking gills of herself and wishes wishes wishes that something would happen to make life begin.

She predicted that when she became queen she would feel transformed—grander, nobler, wiser—but she still felt disappointingly just like herself.

Dear Queen, of course you don't know me, but could you be the quiet, sore-footed woman who rode with the Raiders in Oromondo? I played the fife and you sang? I fell in love with you but was too much of a coward to admit it? By the way, I saw you die from the Magi's fireball so how did you get to Cascada and on the throne?

The word failure is imperfect. Once we begin to transform it, it ceases to be that any longer. The term is always slipping off the edges of our vision, not simply because it's hard to see without wincing, but because once we are ready to talk about it, we often call the event something else--a learning experience, a trial, a reinvention--no longer the static concept of failure.