Quotes About Metamorphosis

On good days I felt like a chrysalis from which a butterfly had emerged, and on bad days I felt like a chewing-gum wrapper someone had thrown in the hedges.

A single event can awaken within us a stranger totally unknown to us. —Antoine de Saint Exupery

Nothing last forever except change

In the last episode of the Magnificent Steiner he probably turned back into a normal human being. -Wolfgang Grimmer

It is only that every day one grows a little, every day something is different, so that in the heaping up of days suddenly a thing that was impossible has become possible.

He darted a look at the uncovered basket behind me, saw what I was eating, and glared at me. "That's appalling," he said. "They're wonderful!" I said. "They're all coming ripe." "All the better to turn you into a tree ," he said. "I don't want to be a tree yet," I said.

I might have been made of metal once, but not anymore. Like Pinocchio, I'd turned into a real girl. So far it sucked. But there was nothing I could do about it.

You can't be born again, but you can change.

When snow melts, what does it become?' It becomes water, of course' Wrong! It becomes spring!

So we have transitioned from bugger off to philosophy now?

As time passes in Heaven, the stars do not change places, not till the day when Zig changes the complete backdrop. I tell my students this is a metaphor for life; we go along thinking nothing will be different, till the day everything suddenly changes at once.

I used to walk like a giant on the land. Now I feel like a leaf floating in a stream

It is most unusual to return to a place that has changed in ways you yourself have altered.

There must be someone in this room who will so completely transform himself in this world that his close immediate circle of friends will not recognize him.

Just as the moth in his desire to know the flame was willing to destroy himself, so must you in becoming a new person be willing to die to your present self.

Bit by bit, we become people we don't want to be,

Well, this may have once been a ham, but now it is nothing but an ex-ham.

What I was trying to say, maybe, is that I don't know what it is I'm capable of transforming into.

Hwl's thumping began to slow as her cream turned to butter.

When an imago first pushes free of the budding chrysalis and unfolds its still-damp wings, anything, even something as ephermal as breath, can deform the final, glorious insect. A crass question now could crush this fragile new understanding. I asked anyway.

The metal rippled and flowed where it was not rusted.

The world turned, ripened, grew hotter and heavier.

For her I changed pebbles into diamonds, shoes into mirrors, I changed glass into water, I gave her wings and pulled birds from her ears and in her pockets she found the feathers, I asked a pear to become a pineapple, a pineapple to become a lightbulb, a lightbulb to become the moon, and the moon to become a coin I flipped for her love...

They open their wings, flash patterns and color, fly from flower toflower. I, with the dark brittles and many feet of the former form, inchalong the ground. Sometimes all I want is two armfuls of air, a fistful of sky.