Quotes About Metamorphosis

She wasn't even certain she was Tress anymore, or if she'd become someone else. You could say, in other words, that her state at the moment was distress

He'd once believed he had been four men in his life, but he now saw he'd grossly underestimated. He hadn't lived as two, or four, or six men—he had lived as thousands, for each day he became someone slightly different. He hadn't changed in one giant leap, but across a million little steps.

You've been reforged. It can happen to men.

All change is a miracle to contemplate;

Things do not change: we change.

Perhaps we should never procure a new suit, however ragged or dirty the old, until we have so conducted, so enterprised or sailed in some way, that we feel like new men in the old, and that to retain it would be like keeping new wine in old bottles. Our moulting season, like that of the fowls, must be a crisis in our lives.

It comes over me that I had then a strange alter ego deep down somewhere inside me, as the full-blown flower is in the small tight bud, and I just took the course, I just transferred him to the climate, that blighted him once and for ever.

Even iron sometimes melts.

I wanted a metamorphosis, a change to fish, to leviathan, to destroyer. I wanted the earth to open up, to swallow everything in one engulfing yawn. I wanted to see the city buried fathoms deep in the bosom of the sea. I wanted to sit in a cave and read by candlelight. I wanted that eye extinguished so that I might have a chance to know my own body, my own desires. I wanted to be alone for a thousand years in order to reflect on what I had seen and heard - and in order to forget.

My understanding of the meaning of a book is that the book itself disappears from sight, that it is chewed alive, digested and incorporated into the system as flesh and blood which in turn creates new spirit and reshapes the world.

It is almost banal to say so yet it needs to be stressed continually: all is creation, all is change, all is flux, all is metamorphosis.

But that was a long time ago and since then a crab has been gnawing at my vitals. All this began in the Metro (first-class) with the phrase - l'homme que j'etais, je ne le suis plus.

The art of living is based on rhythm - on give and take, ebb and flow, light and dark, life and death. By acceptance of all aspects of life, good and bad, right and wrong, yours and mine, the static, defensive life, which is what most people are cursed with, is converted into a dance, 'the dance of life,' metamorphosis.

The Only Thing That Is Constant Is Change -

Nothing endures but change.

That before living agent, now became the living instrument.

I feel different than I did three years ago, in The Cider House Rules.

I shall refract myself, yes, I shall no longer be known as the prism.

Yesterday's weirdness is tomorrow's reason why.

There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it's going to be a butterfly.

You don't have the same mentality as you did five years ago - even one year. People are always changing, and I believe that everyone deserves the space to change and for people to recognize their change.

It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad.

I should like to present myself to the young painters of the year 2000 with the wings of a butterfly.

I always grew up watching things transform, and a lot of that was what we would call trash.