Quotes About Transformation

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It's always our self we find in the sea.

America makes prodigious mistakes, America has colossal faults, but one thing cannot be denied: America is always on the move. She may be going to Hell, of course, but at least she isn't standing still.

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It's always our self we find in the sea.

Our ordinary mind always tries to persuade us that we are nothing but acorns and that our greatest happiness will be to become bigger, fatter, shinier acorns; but that is of interest only to pigs. Our faith gives us knowledge of something better: that we can become oak trees.

Now, he was free to go forth and make a name for himself in the wide, wide world. And maybe, just maybe, he'd come back one day, and burn that fucking palace to the ground

I see it for what is is, now. It is a house built on ashes. Ashes of the life Granddad shared with Gran, ashes of the maple from which the tire swing flew, ashes of the old Victorian house with the porch and the hammock. The new house is built on the grave of all the trophies and symbols of the family: the New Yorker cartoons, the taxidermy, the embroidered pillows, the family portraits.

I used to be strong,but now I am weak. I used to be pretty,but now I look sick.

She had been nobody and he had been golden.

The important thing is this: to be able at any moment to sacrifice what we are for what we could become.

One day when no one else was around, I went into the craft room at the back of the ground floor. I touched Gran's collection of fabrics, the shiny bright buttons, the coloured threads. My head and shoulders melted first, followed by my hips and knees. Before long I was a puddle, soaking into the pretty cotton prints. I drenched the quilt she never finished, rusted the metal parts of her sewing machine. I was pure liquid loss...

If only she could go back in time, Jule felt, she would be a better person. Or a different person. She would be more herself. Or maybe less herself.

My head and shoulders melted first, followed by my hips and knees. Before long I was a puddle, soaking into the pretty cotton prints. I drenched the quilt she never finished, rusted the metal parts of her sewing machine. I was pure liquid loss...

My head and shoulders melted first, followed by my hips and knees. Before long I was a puddle, soaking into the pretty cotton prints. I drenched the quilt she never finished, rusted the metal parts of her sewing machine. I was pure liquid loss, then, for an hour or two. My grandmother, my grandmother. Gone forever, though I could smell her Chanel perfume on the fabrics.

I do not love my father's way of thinking, but much of it has become mine.

and it feels like the universe is reorganizing itself, and I know any anger we felt has disappeared.

A part of me died. And it was the best part.

We didn't sob and bleed, we did something instead. Made a change." "Kind of,"says Mirren. "Are you kidding? We burned that fucking palace to the ground.

Before we became criminals. Before we became ghosts.

Do Not Accept A Evil You Can Change

Granddad is more like Mummy than like me. He's erased his old life by spending money on a replacement one.

He did not even look back at the castle that had been his home. There, he would never even have a name. Now, he was free to go forth and make a name for himself in the wide, wide world. And maybe, just maybe, he'd come back one day, and burn that fucking palace to the ground.

Nuestro beso convierte el mundo en polvo

They never go anywhere. Ever. Never see anyone. Now while I've been sick, they went everywhere, saw everyone?

What is wonderful about great literature is that it transforms the man who reads it towards the condition of the man who wrote.