Quotes About Metamorphosis

Think of it, she'd said. Some part of you might die and a new self will rise up to take its place.

Some part of you might die and a new self will rise up to take its place.

I wrenched open the windows. I stood while the cold air poured around my face like dark water, as if I was a rock and it was chiselling me into a new shape.

Where did they go? Where the leaves go in autumn, Will said. Bran looked at him and seemed suddenly to relax; he grinned. There's poetic, now. Will laughed. It's true. Of course, the trouble with leaves is, they grow again...

A book which is left on a shelf is a dead thing but it is also a chrysalis, an inanimate object packed with the potential to burst into new life.

I had changed, and gone on changing, but I did not fully remember how it had begun, or understand why.

She breathed, she walked through her house and knew that nothing was ever going to be the same again.

The function of writing is to explode one's subject—transform it into something else. (Writing is a series of transformations).

had a long drink of water. It was delicious and refreshing (it had been a cloud only hours before).

I have been many things since last we met. I have been trees and rivers and hills and stones. I have spoken to stars and earth and wind.

You are afraid to die?' Yes, everyone is.' But to die as lovers may - to die together, so that they may live together. Girls are caterpillars when they live in the world, to be finally butterflies when the summer comes; but in the meantime there are grubs and larvae, don't you see - each with their peculiar propensities, necessities and structures.

Girls are caterpillars while they live in the world, to be finally butterflies when the summer comes; but in the meantime there are grubs and larvae, don't you see - each with their peculiar propensities, necessities and structure.

study of numbers to leave numbers, or form to leave form

Every living thing suffers transfiguration. Yes, until the creation of Eve, Adam had fondled beasts.

Snake's Lullaby Brother, sister, flick your tongue and taste the flakes of autumn sun. Use these last few hours of gold to travel, travel toward the cold. Before your coils grow stiff and dull, your heartbeat slows to winter's lull, seek the sink of sheltered stones that safely cradle sleeping bones. Brother, sister, find the ways back to the deep and tranquil bays, and 'round each other twist and fold to weave a heavy cloak of cold.

Y el pequeño tocador donde ya no queda sino un solo frasco que no sostiene sino polvo endurecido sobre una sustancia seca y transparente como resina mineralizada en la que quedó encerrada y conservada una mariposa nocturna para materializar y preservar la imagen del revolotear sin causa.

Este hombre no ha sido siempre este hombre. Este hombre era otro hombre antes.

Tal vez fue aquella la primera vez que pasó por mi cabeza, si bien de forma intuitiva y rudimentaria, la misma idea que se repetiría después, encarnada en palabras distintas o a veces sin necesidad de palabras: este hombre no ha sido siempre este hombre. Este hombre era otro hombre antes

Now to go on, now to be Ghost. It banishes the other ghosts from his side, for a time: being someone else. Leaving the world, he steps on stage. Now, the real turn into ghosts. Like a snail in reverse, he can only live away from the shell of himself.

She figured out that the only way to keep from being frozen was to stay in motion, and long ago converted most of her flesh into liquid. Now when she smells danger, she spills herself all over, like gasoline, and lights it.

It took more than one man to change my name to Shanghai Lily.

In the same way that a word repeated over and over begins to sound bizarre, so an object scrutinized with such attention will start to shed its everyday invisibility. So pepper grinders become armless women who scream when their heads are twisted and rain bitterness, a cheese-grater becomes a steel wall of tears, or a light bulb the lost eye of a Cyclops. The

Change & transformation. That kind of magic.

I love the idea of metamorphosing and changing, the legalized insanity of acting.