Quotes About Transformation

The cycle of violence needs extreme love to break it.

I've crashed into another bad wall of karma and in the process lost my lightness of being.

God is so great that He can work with humans like us—and still produce beauty. Beauty from ashes! Focus not on your failures, but on Christ's faithfulness.

You aren't the same person after a good night's sleep as you are after a sleepless night. But which person is you?

I was like that once, and I'm not like that anymore.

Progress takes place in the dark, when you aren't trying.

I want to shed my fears one by one until there is nothing left of me.

Once you've traveled far enough from where you began, it's impossible to reconcile the present with the past.

Time is a beautiful thing. It's like when you meet an old lover on the street six years later and they don't look so ugly anymore.

I awoke in the deepest night to find I had been divided from myself. There lay my body sleeping and dreaming, and I was outside it; awakening. When we dream we may take shapes other than our own; a man may be his brother, a woman a king, and never question it. So, with the certainty born of a dream, I knew I'd become my own shadow.

If he was wood, he was a flail, and I was grain on the threshing floor. I was a thousand grains, my thoughts blown like chaff. All that was left was the taste of salt.

It is a rose planted in your heart, and as it's thorns tear you, so does it thrive and flower

As she became more honest with herself, her writing matured, so that one could catch glimpses of what would emerge from its chrysalis as a poet's genius.

I was whole again, clear-headed, vital and focused in a way I hadn't been since I was first learning magic, first learning to be free.

It is a rose, planted in your hear, and as its thorns tear you so does it thrive and flower.

Magic is all about metaphors.

My roses still bloom, for I will not let them fade, but the weeping willows have choked out the cherry trees, and all the chrysanthemums and snapdragons have become love-lies-bleeding and anemones and hydrangeas of the deepest indigo blue. You are missed, my only violet.

There was the way she moved and the way she looked at people and the way she'd turned herself into Nobbie Wainwright on the way Aiaia. She'd been playing a governess when we met her, but that wasn't what she was.

The magic of the Mirador is thrashing around like a snake in its death convulsions.

This was what he'd been before Strych got him. This was the part of him that was my brother down to the bone.

The room looked exactly as it had looked when I left the Siddons house for good at the age of eighteen, as if the intervening years had never happened, as if my escape had been nothing but a dream.

People are capable of so much more than they think they are. It's possible to rekindle relationships you thought were lost. Build a new life when the old one was dead. Learn new habits. Break old ones.

Up until today she'd felt as if she was surviving. Now she felt as though she was living. Everything was different.

I was, but then I realized that I was holding on to something that didn't exist anymore. That the person I missed didn't exist anymore. People change. The things we like and dislike change. And we can wish they couldn't all day long but that never works.