Quotes About Metamorphosis

iÅŸleriyle aralar?ndaki iliÅŸkide dönüÅŸüm yaratma f?rsat?.

Today's caterpillars are tomorrow's butterflies.

Small caterpillars still become big butterflies.

If the caterpillar could not see beyond his present state, he would never become a butterfly.

From apparently the basest metals we have the finest toned bells.

I am fortunate to be a resemblance, rather than a replication of who I was yesterday.

With every step her carriage seemed to become a little straighter and her movements more assured: it was as though the mere proximity of the building had caused a brisk professional to emerge from the chrysalis of a careworn wife and mother.

Now I was a tiger that neither pounced nor lay waiting between the trees. I became an unseen spirit.

This bird, boasted the market vendor, was once a duck that stretched its neck in hopes of becoming a goose, and now look!—it is too beautiful to eat.

There are women's voices that sound like poetic, unearthly echoes. Then they change. The eyes change. I believe that all these legends about people changing into animals at night – like the stories of the werewolf, for instance – were invented by men who saw women transformed at night – from idealized, worshipful creatures into animals and thought that they were possessed.

It was as if in captivity, her brilliant plumage were losing its brilliance. She felt the metamorphosis. She knew she was moulting.

Perfection is static, and I am in full progress. The faithful wife is only one phase, one moment, one metamorphosis, one condition.

Too much mind, though, Henry! I do not like Goethe's complete transference into ideas. I do not like his second metamorphosis. That is not for you. You must, like me, turn it on and off.

Becoming is not a contradiction of being but the epiphany of being.

A caterpillar who seeks to know himself would never become a butterfly

Connais toi-même. Maxime aussi pernicieuse que laide. Quiconque s'observe arrête son développement. La chenille qui chercherait à «bien se connaître» ne deviendrait jamais papillon.

half man and half marble.

But like everything else, love changed.

On that fateful night they'd had sex, it seemed to her that she'd fallen asleep one person and woken up another. She couldn't remember the hows and whys of who she used to be. It was bewildering. Like hypnosis or a magic spell or a dream that had broken on her waking.

In life, the only thing of importance is a radical, total, and definitive change. The rest, frankly, is of no importance at all.

I am having a hard time throwing off the skin that I pick and peel.

The fat lady never really sings her last song. She only changes costumes and goes on to the next

It's funny how one summer can change everything.

Nothing happens for ages, and then all the changes come at once.