Quotes About Chrysalis

He raged for hours. And the skeleton, ever the frail and solelmn philosopher, hung quietly inside, saying not a word, suspended like a delicate insect within a chrysalis, waiting and waiting.

She hurried into a new spring evening dress of the frailest fairy blue. In the excitement of seeing herself in it, it seemed as if she had shed the old skin of winter and emerged a shining chrysalis with no stain; and going downstairs her feet fell softly just off the beat of the music from below. It was a tune from a play she had seen a week ago in New York, a tune with a future...

this spirit rebels against the prison that my body has become, and my spirit is like a chrysalis that is ready to burst its shell, and when the shell bursts, it longs to be reborn in paradise

because there is something beautiful in grief, isn't there? It's like mourning is your Chrysalis and when the time comes you'll be reborn as this beautiful butterfly.

But love truly becomes love only when, no longer an embryo developing painfully in the darkness of the body, it ventures to confess itself with lips and breath. However hard it tries to remain a chrysalis, a time comes when the intricate tissue of the cocoon tears, and out it falls, dropping from the heights to the farthest depths, falling with redoubled force into the startled heart.

The metaphor of transformation deepens as we consider how a butterfly needs to struggle for its ability to fly. If the chrysalis is broken by someone in an attempt to help free the butterfly, its wings will be shriveled and immobile.

Only incorrigible bohemians find it boring or laughable when a man of talent outgrows the libertine chrysalis stage and begins to perceive and express the dignity of the intellect, adopting the courtly ways of a solitude replete with bitter suffering and inner battles though eventually gaining a position of power and honor among men.

All natural birth has a purpose and a plan; who would think of tearing open the chrysalis as the butterfly is emerging? Who would break the shell to pull the chick out?

O Thou steeled Cognizance whose leap commits The agile precincts of the lark's return; Within whose lariat sweep encinctured sing In single chrysalis the many twain — Of stars Thou art the stitch and stallion glow And like an organ, Thou, with sound of doom — Sight, sound and flesh Thou leadest from time's realm As love strikes clear direction for the helm

But I saw no sign of Fiona shedding the chrysalis of Communism.

Listen," Cricket said reasonably. "If Queen Wasp could control me, would I be on a Wanted poster? Wouldn't she just march me into her Hive from inside my brain? And use me to catch these two?" Morpho opened and closed his mouth a few times. "Oh, wow," Cinnabar said. "You actually shut Morpho up for a moment. You can definitely be in my Chrysalis.