Quotes About Metamorphosis

Evil never dies. It just changes faces.

Snuggle down in my cocoon, be a butterfly soon.

Were you always such a snake, the child asked, or did you grow into what you are?

until it isn't.

Sarah seems to be Sarah now, but what will she be two hours from now

it's likely that Francesca isn't even human anymore

It is the greatest mistake," he said, "to think that man is always one and the same. A man is never the same for long. He is continually changing. He seldom remains the same even for half an hour. We think that if a man is called Ivan he is always Ivan. Nothing of the kind. Now he is Ivan, in another minute he is Peter, and a minute later he is Nicholas, Sergius, Matthew, Simon. And all of you think he is Ivan.

I stood there, my head bowed, my shoulders hunched. This is how it feels to be dragged from the cement shoes of a comfortable rut. The slow, steady strain on my legs became an excruciating amputation. My ankles pulled free from my feet. Bones snapped, cartilage tore, veins pulsed blood onto the soft brown clay of the yard.

They ran a few syringesful into me, and I felt like I'd turned from a light, Styrofoam thing into a person. I held up my hands before my eyes. The hands were as still as a sculpture's.

The black person entered the booth one person and emerged on the other side a new, transfigured person.

Nothing is lost ... only changed.

He had changed, of course, but the change was subtle; as though he had been put into an oven and baked to a hard finish. He looked as though both muscle and skin had drawn in just a bit, grown closer to the bone, so he was more tightly knit; he had never seemed gawky, but the last hint of boyish looseness had vanished.

used for gathering. "I'll go and change my sark.

Nothing is lost, Sassenach; only changed.

I'm Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. Adrenaline makes me change.

I used to be a dusty little child.

You look at pictures of me when I was in eighth grade, and I look completely different.

I love creating characters and becoming someone else entirely.

Here and now, I don't want to be Detroit Red. I want to slip the skin of this life, to be new and clean again.

Even a caterpillar gets to turn into a butterfly. Am I ever gonna be pretty, Daddy?

Yes. You see, it's not 1 of those germs that break bleed suck gnaw or devour. It's nothing we can bring into focus or categorize; once we call it 1 thing it forms into something else.

And everything would be different, different.

Rice is born in water and must die in wine.

The sea where living creatures were at one time immersed is now enclosed within their bodies.