Quotes About Metamorphosis

In the space of a handful of nights, her whole concept of what a ship was underwent a sea-change.

Change rained fast and furious on me for the next fortnight.

One day, after I'm a daffodil, I will be able to photosynthesize. It's something to look forward to.

transformation is slow.

it was like watching a silk worm's death-tender and subtle.

the birth of the twins and what happened to them, although traditional, has transformed me as irreversibly as soaking cloth in a vat of dye.

happy, she could change ice crystals into flowers. When she was sad or angry—as she was now—she could turn dark clouds into swarms of biting insects.

Energy cannot be created or destroyed. It can only change form.

What had amazed him, what amazed him still, even after all these years, was how quickly he'd stepped out of himself. He'd slipped off every convention and moral that had defined him, a great cowl that fell to the floor with the unfastening of a single closure. The person beneath it was someone he barely recognized.

Because change begets change.

To have dragons one must have change; that is the first principle of dragon lore.

They looked like frogs who'd been kissed and kissed roughly, yet stayed frogs.

He could hardly lift his spoon during breakfast, and then he was out on the lake, his spoon soon replaced by a shovel.

I wish wearing flat-irons on our heads would keep us from growing up. But buds will be roses, and kittens, cats, - more's the pity!

Well, I won't, but I hate to see things going all crisscross and getting snarled up, when a pull here and a snip there would straighten it out. I wish wearing flatirons on our heads would keep us from growing up. But buds will be roses, and kittens cats, more's the pity!

now with new paint, added wings, well-kept lawn and

But buds will be roses, and kittens cats, more's the pity!

The universe is transformation.

Something Rich and Strange She was less of what she had been, the blue rubbed from her eyes, flesh freed from the chandelier of bone. He touched what once had been a hand. The river whispered to him that it would not be long now.

He had pink butterfly ears. The rest of him was still in the larval stage.

EX UMBRA IN SOLEM 'From shade to sunlight

From then on, we were simply different people. Not new people; different.

Inside? Outside? What is the difference and how can you tell? When a sound enters your body through your ears and merges with your mind, what happens to it? Is it still a sound then, or has it become something else? When you eat a wing or an egg or a drumstick, at what point is it no longer a chicken? When you read these words on a page, what happens to them, when they become you?

When a sound enters your body through your ears and merges with your mind, what happens to it? Is it still a sound then, or has it become something else? When you eat a wing or an egg or a drumstick, at what point is it no longer a chicken? When you read these words on a page, what happens to them, when they become you?