Quotes About Metamorphosis

Wait. Five months. Molecules all change. I am other I now. Other I got pound. Buzz. Buzz. But I, entelechy, form of forms, am I by memory because under everchanging forms. I that sinned and prayed and fasted. A child Conmee saved from pandies. I, I and I. I.

The Civil War started out as one kind of conflict and ended as something quite different.

Ari felt like, Hellooo, I have wings! I turn into a wolf! Blending is out is out of the question!

You are an endless project...changing, evolving, surprising.

Just as the snake sheds its skin over and over, we must shed our past.

Turns out an apocalypse actually comes on pretty slowly. Not fire and brimstone but rust and dandelions. Not a bang but a whimper. Perhaps

What happened in August of this year

Something like this changes you, it breaks you into pieces and puts you back together, but the sum total is different.

I kind of see myself as a cartoon that's on its way to becoming a real person that has to find that special amulet or mushroom to get to that next realm or level. I don't feel like anything is that tangible. It freaks me out, why I feel unhappy or conflicted and why that can change on a dime.

Death is acceptable only if it represents the physically necessary passage toward a union, the condition of a metamorphosis.

Your end can be greater than your beginning: butterflies are the greatest proof of this.

When the world told the caterpillar its life was over, the butterfly objected, "My life has just begun.

It can't be done, " they told the caterpillar. "It can, " replied the butterfly.

A butterfly is a caterpillar who never gave up on his dream to fly.

The uglier the caterpillar the lovelier the butterfly.

A butterfly is a caterpillar which refused to give up its dreams to fly.

Wine had to be grapes first. Diamonds had to be rocks first. Butterflies had to be caterpillars first. Rainbows had to be storms first.

Transform into your dream.

Death consists, indeed, in a repeated process of unrobing, or unsheathing. The immortal part of man shakes off from itself, one after the other, its outer casings, and - as the snake from its skin, the butterfly from its chrysalis - emerges from one after another, passing into a higher state of consciousness.

Things change. Nothing ever stays the same, yo. You ain't never gonna stay 25 or 30 or 40. You always gonna change. Every day, you change.

She had written Darcy the letter and posted it from her husband's tenth-story office while he was away in some strumpet's bed. And then she'd transformed herself into a bird, and then an anvil, and then a corpse.

A mente (tão bem como os metais e elementos) pode ser transmutada de estado em estado, de grau em grau, de condição em condição, de pólo em pólo, de vibração em vibração.

nada permanece más que el cambio.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go home and feed my two kittens, Growth and Metamorphosis.