Quotes About Metamorphosis

She isn't the girl who used to live next door, hasn't been for years. Back then she had freckles and jeans with holes at the knees and a ponytail yanked so tight it made her eyes pull at the corners. Now she wears pantyhose and tailored suits; she has had the same short bob hairstyle for five years. But when Patrick gets close enough, she still smells like childhood to him.

different. Warmer.' He paused to let that soak

The first year was like icing. Then the cake started to show through …

The dot that became a speck that became a blob that became a figure that became a boy

Change alone doesn't bring growth but you cannot have growth without change.

For lovers, touch is metamorphosis. All the parts of their bodies seem to change, and they seem to become something different and better. That part of their experience that is distinct and separate, the totality of the years before they met, is changed, is redirected toward this moment. They feel they have reached an identical point of intensity, an ecstasy of rightness that they command in every part, and any recollection that occurs to them takes on this final clarity

It doesn't really matter who you used to be. What matters is who you've become.

Just when the caterpillar thinks that it is all grown up, it becomes a butterfly. Happy Birthday Butterfly.

Only with the death it comes what's new, if the germen doesn't die, the plant will not be born.

We are not as we were. Death has been our pentecost.

Every evening, I died, and every evening, I was born.

Death is the dropping of the flower, that the fruit may, swell.

Death is the force that will create your new life. It is a mechanism of transformation. Welcome it.

For our kind, death is only the beginning.

Everyday as we die, we must be reborn. If there were no death, life would be meaningless.

There is nothing constant in the universe. All ebb and flow, and every shape that's born, bears in its womb the seeds of change.

Our destiny is to become what we think, to have our thoughts become our bodies and our bodies become our thoughts.

You didn't wake up, your dreams just changed gear.

I believe in evolution.

My style has evolved a lot.

In some way I became an angel, and who except me has experienced that in his lifetime?

In circuses, there is a lot of magic. Things become other things.

Then the geese replaced themselves with six pigs and vanished.

He felt something move in his chest, as though an organ had been removed and something unfamiliar left in its place. A sentiment he had never suspected the existence of bloomed in him. It traveled from his chest along his veins to every limb. It swelled in his head, muffled his ears, stilled his voice, and collected in his feet and fingers. Having no language for it, he remained silent, but felt it root, become permanent.