Quotes About Metamorphosis

We are like the caterpillar which takes the thread out of his own body and of that makes the cocoon, and behold, he is caught.

There's years of growth and emotions in that hair. And it gets cut off and you're like, 'I'm really metamorphosing into something else. I'm emerging.'

I write songs to turn myself into something else. And then I become that, and I want to become something else.

When you sit at your desk, if you're lucky, there's a moment when you feel empowered to be someone or something else, to leap into another skin.

Something new always slowly changes right in front of your eyes - it just happens.

Sometimes, change is a good thing.

I'm just growing so quickly, so my songs are quickly changing on me. But it's fine. I love them for what they are and what they were, to me.

Transition isn't pretty, but stagnation is hideous.

Love does not leave, it grows and transforms into something different.

The macabre melodies were a surreal audible example of just who I'd been before and a stark contrast to who I was now.

XXIV. And kneeling at the edge of the transparent sea I shall shape for myself a new heart from salt and mud

At Times I Am A Flower...at times I am a flower ~singularly defined ...

Otherwise they become fragile. That, I completely missed.* Organisms need, to use the metaphor of Marcus Aurelius, to turn obstacles into fuel—just as fire does.

When you see a small change in your life it means its a huge change in personality and your trait

The latter is perhaps the truest theory. She who has once been a woman, and ceased to be so, might at any moment become a woman again, if there were only the magic touch to effect the transformation. We shall see whether Hester Prynne were ever afterwards so touched and so transfigured.

Ever afterwards so touched, and so transfigured.

This outward mutability indicated, and did not more than fairly express, the various properties of her inner life.

It comes with being sixteen, Mom said. You teenagers, you go into a cocoon when you turn fifteen and don't come out for years. So they become butterflies when they finally come out? my little sister Christina asked. No, Mom said. They're still caterpillars, only now they're big fat caterpillars that smell.

We are not the same beings we once were. So then, if we are no longer human, what are we?

But life doesn't end," the smiling proponents of unwinding all insist. "It just transforms. We like to call it 'living in a divided state.'

Marie," she said, "it's finally happened." "What has, dear?" "I've stopped seeing myself as Citra Terranova," she said. "I've finally become Scythe Anastasia.

I thought you were someone else," she told him. "Someone named Gerald Van Der Gans. . . ." "My birth name," he told her. "A name I surrendered when I became Honorable Scythe Michael Faraday.

For you nothing has changed." "Everything has changed, sir." "Perhaps everything will change again.

flames were not meant to burn forever.