Quotes About Transformation

Becca Fitzpatrick

Fear is ever-present, waiting to be called to the surface. Change brought fear, and fear brought destruction.

Life is a sculpture, chip, chip, chip. In good time, with good patience, even the most formidable rock can be shaped.

Yesterday is not a milestone that has been passed, but a daystone on the beaten track of the years, and irremediably part of us, within us, heavy and dangerous. We are not merely more weary because of yesterday, we are other, no longer what we were before the calamity of yesterday.

Time with God was meant to change my life, to bring resolve and results and revival.

God had brought me to my knees and made me acknowledge my own nothingness, and out of that knowledge I had been reborn. I was no longer the centre of my life and therefore I could see God in everything.

Mevcudat içinde en k?ymettar, hayatt?r. Ve vazifeler içinde en k?ymettar; hayata hizmettir. Ve hidemat-? hayatiye içinde en k?ymettar?; hayat-? fâniyenin hayat-? bâkiyeye ink?lab etmesi için sa'y etmektir. ?u hayat?n bütün k?ymeti ve ehemmiyeti ise; hayat-? bâkiyeye çekirder ve mebde ve men?e olmas? cihetindedir.

Love and travel are both powerful spurs to change.

Japanese cuisine did not change all at once but in stages.

Having other people try to fix you is one of the things that paradoxically holds you back from reaching that magical place called "After

There is no man that lives who does not need to be drilled, disciplined, and developed into something higher and nobler and better than he is by nature. Life is one prolonged birth.

Some plants of the bitterest root have the whitest and sweetest blossoms; so the bitterest wrong has the sweetest repentance.

Repentance is the turning of the soul from the way of midnight to the point of the coming sun.

God builds for every sinner, if he will but come back, a highway of golden promises from the depths of degradation and sin clear up to the Father's house.

Character, like porcelain-ware, must be painted before it is glazed. There can be no change of color after it is burned in.

Life is a plant that grows out of death.

Our virtues are like crystals hidden in rocks. No man shall find them by any soft ways, but by the hammer and by fire.

What if the leaves were to fall a-weeping, and say, "It will be so painful for us to be pulled from our stalks, when autumn comes?" Foolish fear! Summer goes, and autumn succeeds. The glory of death is upon the leaves; and the gentlest breeze that blows takes them softly and silently from the bough, and they float slowly down, like fiery sparks, upon the moss.

Religion would save a man; Christ would make him worth saving.

Death is the dropping of the flower, that the fruit may swell.

If one could wallow amid filth for half a life and then wash himself clean in a day, then sin would be no worse than dirt on the hands which water can cleanse in a minute. Repentance may begin instantly, but reformation often requires a sphere of years.

That is the best baptism that leaves the man cleanest inside.

Troubles come to us like mire and filth; but, when mingled with the soil, they change to flower and fruit.

Christians are like vases, they must pass through the fire ere they can shine. The graces which are to be their everlasting beauty and glory must be burned in.