Quotes about Transformation

All Creatures know that some must die That all the rest may take and eat; Sooner or later, all transform Their blood to wine, their flesh to meat. But Man alone seeks Vengefulness, And writes his abstract Laws on stone; For this false Justice he has made, He tortures limb and crushes bone. Is this the image of a god? My tooth for yours, your eye for mine? Oh, if Revenge did move the stars Instead of Love, they would not shine.

I, too, was once like you: fatally hooked on life.

I tried to visualize my jealousy as a yellowy-brown cloud boiling around inside me, then going out through my nose like smoke and turning into a stone and falling down into the ground. That did work a little. But in my visualization a plant covered with poison berries would grow out of the stone, whether I wanted it to or not.

That is what you have to do before you kill, I thought. You have to create an it, where none was before. You do that first in your head, and then you make it real.

We were revisionists; what we revised was ourselves.

Inside John, she thinks, is another John, who is much nicer. This other John will emerge like a butterfly from a cocoon, a Jack from a box, a pit from a prune, if the first John is only squeezed enough.

It is not only the body that travels, Adam One used to say, it is also the Soul. And the end of one journey is the beginning of another.

I want to keep on living, in any form. I resign my body freely, to the uses of others.

Nothing changes instantaneously: in a gradually heating bathtub you'd be boiled to death before you knew it.

How long do you expect me to wait while you cauterize your senses, one after another turning yourself to an impervious glass tower?

Returning from the dead used to be something I did well I began asking why I began forgetting how

But when you cross over the border, it is like passing through air, you wouldn't know you'd done it; as the trees on both sides of it are the same.