Quotes About Metamorphosis

To a new generation of butterflies, hopefully less stupid than last. Maybe they were burgeoning even now in fat little cocoons. Or maybe not.

So Sarai gave in to the scream that night, and the dark things within her took wing. They came boiling out between her lips, and they weren't demons after all, but moths.

Letting you go, Karou, will be like oenin the window for a butterfly. One does not hope for the butterfly's return." "I'm not a freaking butterfly.

and it was not of this world, and he was not who he had been.

Akiva lived, and was changed.

This realization was the mental equivalent of a slow-motion clip played in reverse: A great mess lifts itself off the floor and flies upward to arrange itself on a tabletop. Tea unpuddles and siphons itself into cups midair to land neatly on a tray. Books leap from a jumble, flapping their covers like wings, and rise to roost in a stack. Sense out of madness.

There was a deceptive tangling of alleys that gave the impression of a map that shifted behind you, gargoyles tiptoeing away, stones like puzzle pieces rearranging themselves into new configurations while you weren't looking.

A different sort of life, she thought, and the words became a mantra to the melody of the Emberlin. A different sort of life, a different sort of life. Where

Small! I'm mot going to be small anymore. I'm going to be a dragon, with wings like lacquer fans and jets of fire breath for roasting up goose suppers midair!" Pippin spread out her arms, imagining them wings. Why not? she asked herself.

Tidak seperti sampanye, popcorn tak tahu rasanya membasahi farji, untuk lalu memenuh, menubuh, dan menciptakan buih setelah disemburkan ke dalam sebentuk wadah.

There's nothing wild about me. I'm a solid middle-aged man." "Except that once a month you turn into a wolf and go tearing around slaughtering things," Clary said. "It could be worse," Luke said. "Men my age have been known to purchase expensive sports cars and sleep with supermodels.

You never know when, and you never know who, but someday a stranger will burst through the door of your life and transform it utterly. The world will be turned upside down, and you will be happier for it.

I'm all in favor of recycling everything we can, but it's strange to see your past walking around with a new identity.

All I needed was a little time. A time to get used to the creature who had broken from the chrysalis; the wings yet were feeble and uncertain.

Hats have power. Hats can change you into someone else.

After love, no one is what they were before.

Autumn is the very soul of metamorphosis, a time when the world is poised at the door of winter - which is the door of death - but has not yet fallen. It is a world of contradictions: a time of harvest and plenty but also of cold and hardship. Here we dwell in the midst of life, but we know most keenly that all things must pass away and shrivel. Autumn turns the world from one thing into another. The year is seasoned and wise but not yet decrepit or senile.

A dragon looks like a girl when it is young.

She got, instead, a towering confection that might have thought about becoming a sandwich at one point, but had gotten greater ambitions along the way.

As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame.

Com a psicologização do parecer abre-se o prazer narcísico de se metamorfosear aos olhos dos outros e de si mesmo, de "mudar de pele", de se tornar e de se sentir como uma outra, mudando de toalete.

We are always permeable, shifting. We are all only one strange leap away from becoming inconceivable to our former selves.

There were never moments in your life when you actually saw something end, for whether you knew it or not something else was always flowering. Never a disappearance, always a transformation.

It rewrites the contract, I'd read somewhere. Your self's no longer central. This thing comes out of you and drags half your soul along after it like a blanket.