Quotes About Transformation

One Catwoman in the world! It's amazing because you have to have a sense of humour, it's a must.

I believe that hundreds of years from now, history will be divided into pre-1960s and post-1960s.

Security isn't what I hunger for. I hunger for change. I hunger for connection.

There really is a hunger and a demand for something different in higher education.

We can in fact remove from our hearts the toxic forces of greed, hate, and delusion.

Real?, adev?rat?, este doar devenirea îns??i, blocul de devenire, nu niÈ™te termeni presupuÈ™i ficÈ™i în care s-ar transforma cel care devine. ... Devenirea-animal a omului este real? f?r? ca animalul care devine omul s? fie real. ... o devenire nu are un subiect distinct de ea îns??i... (Gilles Deleuze et Félix Guattari)

The self is only a threshold, a door, a becoming between two multiplicities.

Becoming is an antimemory.

The philosopher must become non-philosopher so that non-philosophy becomes the earth and people of philosophy.

You are like Odysseus, who could go out onto the great sea, lose all his goods and his friends, come to the boundaries of death, and return still himself.

I'm the bitch who makes you a man.

I can feel a better version of me somewhere in there—hidden behind a liver or attached to a bit of spleen

It's so strange to think: A year ago today, I was undoing my husband. Now I am almost done reassembling him.

And it's so far beyond fine that you know you can never go back to fine. That fast. You think: Oh, here is the rest of my life. It's finally arrived.

I can feel a better version of me somewhere in there—hidden behind a liver or attached to a bit of spleen within my stunted, childish body—a Libby that's telling me to get up, do something, grow up, move on.

Maybe I'd grow a garden of weeds.

So my father went away and my thin, pained mother got fat and happy—fairly fat and extremely happy—as if she were supposed to be that way all along: a deflated balloon taking in air.

The way some women change fashion regularly, I change personalities.

on the way to the beauty parlor.

I've actually felt sad for myself, picturing my slim, naked, pale body, floating just beneath the current, a colony of snails attached to one bare leg, my hair trailing like seaweed until I reach the ocean and drift down down down to the bottom, my waterlogged flesh peeling off in soft streaks, me slowly disappearing into the current like a watercolor until just the bones are left.

I was a callow boy, and then a man, good and bad. Now at last I'm the hero. I am the one to root for in the never-ending war story of our marriage.

I think this experience will make him a better person. Or at least a sorrier one.

I was rotten.

No. I couldn't allow that. No. Never. Never. He doesn't get to do this to me and still fucking win. I changed my name for that piece of shit. Historical records have been altered -- Amy Elliott to Amy Dunne -- like it's nothing. No, he does not get to win. So I began to think of a different story, a better story, that would destroy Nick for doing this to me. A story that would restore my perfection. It would make me the hero, flawless, and adored. Because everyone loves the dead girl.