Quotes About Transformation

The enormity of our task, to turn the world around. It feels like turning my life around, inside out.

But it is also true that sometimes we cannot heal ourselves close to the very people from whom we draw strength and light, because they are also closest to the places and tastes and smells that go along with a pattern of living we are trying to rearrange.

As women, we must root out internalized patterns of oppression within ourselves if we are to move beyond the most superficial aspects of social change.

would insist it was something else. It was so often her approach to the world; to change reality. If you can't change reality, change your perceptions of it.

The physical realities of the dingy bus slid away from me. I suddenly stood upon a hill in the center of an unknown country, hearing the sky fill with a new spelling of my own name.

My work is to inhabit the silences with which I have lived and fill them with myself until they have the sounds of brightest day and the loudest thunder. And then there will be no room left inside of me for what has been except as memory of sweetness enhancing what can and is to be.

We have been raised to fear the yes within ourselves, our deepest cravings. But, once recognized, those which do not enhance our future lose their power and can be altered.

We can train ourselves to respect our feelings and to transpose them into a

within those differences, we can join together to effect a future the world has not yet conceived, let alone seen.

Of course I am afraid, because the transformation of silence into language and action is an act of self-revelation, and that always seems fraught with danger.

The subject of revolution is ourselves, is our lives.

I must let this pain flow through me and pass on. If I resist or try to stop it, it will detonate inside me, shatter me, splatter my pieces against every wall and person that I touch.

And of course I am afraid, because the transformation of silence into language and action is an act of self-revelation, and that always seems fraught with danger.

In the forefront of our move toward change, there is only poetry to hint at possibility made real.

Must I be humbled in order to be lifted up, made low in order to be raised high?

Questa è infine la solitudine: avvolgersi nella seta dell'anima, farsi crisalide e attendere la metamorfosi, che non può mancare. Si vive intanto delle proprie esperienze e, telepaticamente, si vive la vita altrui.»

So that's what I'm here to become. And suddenly, this word fills me with a brand of sadness I haven't felt since childhood. The kind of sadness you feel at the end of summer. When the fireflies are gone, the ponds have dried up and the plants are wilted, weary from being so green.

And I began to let him go. Hour by hour. Days into months. It was a physical sensation, like letting out the string of a kite. Except that the string was coming from my center.

I really look at my childhood as being one giant rusty tuna can that I continue to recycle in many different shapes.

Maybe it was a Patty Hearst thing. Stockholm syndrome or whatever it's called when you're being held against your will but then you become sucked in and fall in love. Or if not exactly love, you fall into something you can't see out of. 'I can't shoot a machine gun' becomes 'Hey, this hardly has any kick-back!

And I hope she does not live in a dark world. Because even the most terrible loss doesn't have to make you darker; it can make you deeper.

I had the same worry that we wouldn't later be able to undo whatever it was we were doing to ourselves.

All improvements, transformations, achievements, liberations; everything you want to change about yourself and your life; everything you want to make happen, any obstacle you want to overcome, any crisis you must survive—the prerequisite is being able to allow yourself to feel whatever it is you feel and not pretend to feel something you don't.

I was like a packet of powdered Sea Monkeys and they were like water.