Quotes About Metamorphosis

To know that when one phase of a relationship ends it can transform into something else. It is to acknowledge that love is both a constant and a variable at the same time.

Gabrielle Zevin

Emily B. Marks.

and James Patterson (or whoever writes for James Patterson)—

The full moon rises. The fog clings to the lowest branches of the spruce trees. The man steps out of the darkest corner of the forest and finds himself transformed into... A monkey? I think not.

Sometimes things change, and we have to change, too.

The main interest in life and work is to become someone else that you were not in the beginning' ('Truth, Power, Self', 9). Foucault

Like the caterpillar becomes the butterfly, you will become Christ — and be one with all of true Creation.

Dead, with my eyes wide open, I began a new life without a body. I had nothing to fear.   DOWNTOWN

It's not the destination that matters. It's the change of scene.

They drove, the city slowly dissolving around them and breaking up into fields and trees.

A veces, el tiempo cambia las cosas como por arte de magia.

Time can play all sorts of tricks on you. In the blink of an eye, babies appear in carriages, coffins disappear into the ground, wars are won and lost, and children transform, like butterflies, into adults.

To regret the exchange of earthly pleasures for the joys of heaven, is as if the groveling caterpillar should lament that it must one day quit the nibbled leaf to soar aloft and flutter through the air, roving at will from flower to flower, sipping sweet honey from their cups, or basking in their sunny petals.

The messy middle is all about what happens when we're in the state of in between. It involves a complicated alchemy of giving up old ways and experimenting with new ones, moving beyond what's past and beginning to define what's coming. In butterfly-speak, it's cocooning; in hero-speak, it's getting lost.

From form to formless and from finite to infinite

After we passed a few more houses, the street ceased to mantain any pretense of urbanity, like a man returning to his little village who, piece by piece, strips off his Sunday best, slowly changing back into a peasant as he gets closer to his home.

It was difficult to anticipate—in these monsters with enormous, fantastic beaks which they opened wide immediately after birth, hissing greedily to show the backs of their throats, in these lizards with frail, naked bodies of hunchbacks—the future peacocks, pheasants, grouse or condors. Placed in cotton wool, in baskets, this dragon brood lifted blind, walleyed heads on thin necks, croaking voicelessly from their dumb throats.

Changing yourself changes everything.

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

Everything changes, nothing remains without change.

Caterpillars were the nearest approach, in real life, to Edgar Allan Poe.

And then one day when you're playing your little game you'll suddenly find yourself pinned down like a butterfly.

The lion has to stay outside He won't like it The lion shook his mane. I looked at Curran. The lion melted. Skin stretched, bones twisted, and human Curran straightened. He was completely nude. Gloriously nude. Well, Hrefna said. I always wondered why you went all shapeshifter. Explain things.