Quotes about Transformation
Belief overflows to behavior. First we need to change what we believe. when we truly change what we believe, we'll gladly change how we behave.
— Craig Groeschel
A temple was never perfectly a temple, till it was ruined and mixed up with the winds and the sky and the herbs.
— DH Lawrence
Instead of her soul swaying with new life, it seemed to droop, to bleed, as if it were wounded.
— DH Lawrence
And besides, look at elder flowers and bluebells-they are a sign that pure creation takes place - even the butterfly. But humanity never gets beyond the caterpillar stage -it rots in the chrysalis, it never will have wings.It is anti-creation, like monkeys and baboons.
— DH Lawrence
She was not herself--she was not anything. She was something that is going to be--soon--soon--very soon. But as yet, she was only imminent.
— DH Lawrence
I have travelled, and looked at the world, and loved it. Now I don't want to look at the world anymore, there seems nothing there. In not-looking, and in not-seeing comes a new strength and undeniable new gods share their life with us, when we cease to see.
— DH Lawrence
Paul felt life changing around him. The conditions of youth were gone.
— DH Lawrence
The ability to read opened up a new and magic world for him, a world he had never dreamed of before. It changed him. It broadened his horizon and gave him vision; and, for a quarter of a century, reading remained the dominant passion of his life.
— Dale Carnegie
I Think it is lost.....but nothing is ever lost nor can be lost . The body sluggish, aged, cold, the ember left from earlier fires shall duly flame again.
— Walt Whitman
Agonies are one of my changes of garments.
— Walt Whitman
Whoever you are holding me now in hand, Without one thing all will be useless, I give you fair warning before you attempt me further, I am not what you supposed, but far different. -from Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand
— Walt Whitman
Agonies are one of my changes of garments; I do not ask the wounded person how he feels . . . . I myself become the wounded person, My hurt turns livid upon me as I lean on a cane and observe.
— Walt Whitman