Quotes About Metamorphosis

Beware of harking back to what you were once when God wants you to be something you have never been. "If any man will do . . . , he shall know .

You can never be the same after the unveiling of a truth.

Nothing in the entire universe ever perishes, believe me, but things vary, and adopt a new form. The phrase "being born" is used for beginning to be something different from what one was before, while "dying" means ceasing to be the same. Though this thing may pass into that, and that into this, yet the sums of things remains unchanged.

I'd always admired The Beatles for starting out as a bubblegum pop group and then getting heavier and heavier as their albums went on, and here was me going in the opposite direction.

Love never goes away; it just changes form.

The self you leave behind is only a skin you have outgrown. Don't grieve for it. Look to the wet, raw, unfinished self, the one you are becoming. The world, too, sheds its skin: politicians, cataclysms, ordinary days.

people needed to be turned into frogs. Or pigs.

When you turn something into stone, you take out the moisture that makes most of the bulk of flesh. A really good mage could turn you into a pebble," said the really good mage before me.

It wasn't until then that Isaac realized Charles had begun changing to wolf. Isaac couldn't speak – except to swear at the worst bits – while he changed, and Charles could have a regular conversation, or something pretty close to it. Damn. When he grew up, he wanted to be like Charles.

We cannot solve mysteries - we can only enter into them; and then it is we who are solved or dissolved - transformed in such a way that we see the "problem" quite differently

You went up a girl and came down a woman.

You let me go," I say. "I'll show you all about how I'm gonna transform you.

There Are No Ends, Only Changes.

If your name is getting too heavy, you should have Kvothe give you a new one.

A pinned butterfly holds no delight. A pinned butterfly is nothing like a butterfly at all.

We go through life. We shed our skins. We become ourselves.

We will not ever know ourselves again. Like the light that moves between the bars of light we sometimes called death, we , too, will have flowered, even with such unquenchable flames as these.

Everything solid for a time, and then the sun comes up one morning and the world begins to melt.

U kom trenutku jedna ku?a prestaje da bude ku?a? Kada joj skinu krov? Kada joj izvade prozore? Kada joj sruše zidove? U kom trenutku postaje gomila šuta?

The indigo sky is strewn with stars, which cluster in countless thousands close over our heads. The rising moon is a thin crescent disc of silver light. On our left the evening fireflies are making the compound grove radiant, and above them the plumed heads of tall palms stand out in black silhouette against the sky. My adventure in self-metamorphosis is over …

L'eau changée en vin, le monde changée en peinture. »

L'eau changée en vin, le monde changé en peinture. »

Da ward sie zu einer Kuh; er aber ward zu einem Stier und begattete sich mit derselben. Daraus entstand das Rindvieh.

For me death is just moving from one school into another. But there's going to be a difference, because in that new school I shall have wings so I wont need to walk up and down the stairs!