Quotes About Metamorphosis

They evolved into birds.

Everything changed. The world. The seasons. Time. People. Nothing and no one ever stayed the same.

Cold-blooded? Oh, no. This man suddenly burned.

The Phoenix Project is ultimately a book about transformation, and so it is incredibly gratifying to see it being used as an instrument to create transformations in real life as well.

People don't change. Only their costumes do.

Yet in our asshen olde is fyr yreke.

Here take back the stuff that I am, nature, knead it back into the dough of being, make of me a bush, a cloud, whatever you will, even a man, only no longer make me me.

Nuestros tiempos, donde los insectos coleccionan insectos y las mariposas hablan de mariposas.

Baseball players quit playing and they take up golf. Basketball players quit, take up golf. Football players quit, take up golf. What are we supposed to take up when we quit?

Please relay a message to Ghastek for me, I said. Your way isn't working. Let me help. The vampire dutifully repeated the words. He says 'The situation is under control.' Tell him, no, it's not. You can't contain it now. What happens when the metamorphosis is complete? He says, 'Your concern is duly noted.' Argh. Asshole. The undead opened his mouth and paused as the navigator caught himself. Should I . . . ? No, another navigator told him. You shouldn't.

it exhibited reanimative metamorphosis. It was dead and instead of staying dead, it turned into something else and came back to life. It also went cross-phylum, from mammal to insect. That means there is a good chance it might come back to life again as something really strange, like a terrestrial octopus shooting lightning from its tentacles.

This figure, which I had so vaguely, idly, noticed before was now utterly changed in my eyes. The whole world was its background. And between me and it there hovered, perhaps for the last time, the vision of a slim long-legged girl with gleaming thighs. I ran.

She did not want to be as before. She wanted great changes in her life.

I'm sorry, I'm not myself. Or rather I am myself, my new self.

All was movement, all was change, and somehow this was visible and yet unimaginable.

no matter how early you rise or how late you turn in, you never see that point where light begins or the first bruise of darkness bleeds in under its fragile skin; the beauty, and the scary, unfathomable wisdom of transition.

we're not human any more. We've slipped out of our skins like lizards, shedding not just our pasts, but our futures.

Just lay it doon ... Renton whispers, looking at the zombie faces of his friends, trying to fight off the notion that besets him; we're not human any more. We've slipped out of our skins like lizards, shedding not just our pasts, but our futures. We're shadows.

you can't just move backward. You can't push the chicken back into the egg, wine back into the grape, the boy back into the womb. If you want the baby to let go of your watch, you don't just try to explain that he ought to do it—you offer him something he would rather have.

El espíritu se le fue desprendiendo en la misma medida en que le germinaron las alas

A clay pot sitting in the sun will always be a clay pot. It has to go through the white heat of the furnace to become porcelain.

It is the beginning of the end.

All things are subject to change, and we change with them. (Omnia mutantur, nos et mutamur in illis.)

There is nothing permanent except change.