Quotes About Metamorphosis

L'immortalité nous a transformés en personnages de dessins animés.

as I walked through the modern Carrousel.° The old Paris is gone. A town's complexion, like human hearts, never stays put at all.

fugaz, que se metamorfosea con tal frecuencia.

Tu m'as donné ta boue et j'en ai fait de l'or

When a hot woman meets a hermit one of them is going to change.

it's moments like this - you can feel it happening - that you grow transformed partly into something else strange and unimaginable— so when death comes it can only take part of you rom "8 Count Concerto

evolution is written on the wings of butterflies

She had made her way to a place where an entirely other order prevailed from what she had always known.

Manfred used to be a flock of pigeons -- literally, his exocortex dispersed among a passel of bird brains, pecking at brightly colored facts, shitting semidigested conclusions. Being human again feels inexplicably odd. (331)

The story of 'Mirror Mirror' is in many ways a story about evolution. It's about the evolution of a child into an adult. It's about the evolution of those dwarves into something a little less rock-like, a little more humanoid. It's about the evolution of history, too, from the darkness of the Middle Ages into the light of the Age of Reason.

It is a point where our old models must be discarded and a new reality rules.

I've definitely evolved into a monster.

You're a shadow. You slip out of your own skin, like molting, shedding your own history and your own future, leaving behind everything you ever were or wanted or believed in.

Vurawn was no more. In his place now stood Thrawn.

Grace, he's done a complete three-sixty.

Often the things that pop out of my typewriter regale me, especially when I am trying to say something else and in a different way only to have a kind of metamorphosis take place during the act of typing and?­Ã¢â'¬â€¢­whammo!?­Ã¢â'¬â€¢a concept I hadn't counted on is strutting it's vaudeville on the page.

Everywhere a buffalo fell," said Switters, "a monster sprang up in its place.

A Chinaman of the T'ang Dynasty—and, by which definition, a philosopher—dreamed he was a butterfly, and from that moment he was never quite sure that he was not a butterfly dreaming it was a Chinese philosopher. Envy him; in his two-fold security.

first transform what you think.

The butterfly danced on the flower.

You live in the light, and then you become the night.

For a long time that had seemed to her to be the key to life: Life--real life--was just a solitude waiting to be transfigured.

Everything, I thought, everything keeps changing. Changing shape, changing colour, changing sound.

the sound of something irrevocably giving up its shape and becoming, in an instant, something new.