Quotes About Transformation

You can dine with me to-night, Dorian, can't you?" He shook his head. "To-night she is Imogen," he answered, "and to-morrow night she will be Juliet." "When is she Sibyl Vane?" "Never." "I congratulate you.

A grapefruit is ionly a lemon that saw an oppurtunity and took advantage of it.

Every Saint has a past. Every Sinner, has a future.

I can now recreate life in a way that was hidden from me before.

My turn shall also come: I sense the spreading of a wing.

MÄ›l v rukou kufÃ…â"¢í?ek a poprvé sv?šený ramena. Ale v mých o?ích vyrostl za tu noc o ohromný kus.

However long it stays in the river the tree-trunk will never turn into a crocodile.

All things change; nothing perishes.

My soul would sing of metamorphoses. But since, o gods, you were the source of these bodies becoming other bodies, breathe your breath into my book of changes: may the song I sing be seamless as its way weaves from the world's beginning to our day.

et ignotas animum dimittit in artes, naturamque nouat. (to arts unknown he bends his wits, and alters nature.)

My purpose is to tell of bodies that have been changed into shapes of different kinds.

Omnia mutantur; nihil interit

Even as a cow she was lovely.

What is harder than rock, or softer than water? Yet soft water hollows out hard rock. Persevere.

O gods, If any gods will listen, I deserve Punishment surely, I do not refuse it, But lest, in living, I offend the living, Offend the dead in death, drive me away From either realm, change me somehow, refuse me Both life and death! -- Myrrha, before being transformed into a tree

Nothing retains its original form, but Nature, the goddess of all renewal, keeps altering one shape into another. Nothing at all in the world can perish, you have to believe me; things merely vary and change their appearance. What we call birth is merely becoming a different entity; what we call death is ceasing to be the same. Though the parts may possibly shift their position from here to there, the wholeness in nature is constant.

I am compelled to speak of metamorphoses

what we call birth is when something first changes out of its former condition, and what we call death is when its identity ceases; things may perhaps be translated hither and thither; nevertheless, they stay constant in their sum total

Since you can never be my bride, My tree at least you shall be! Let the laurel Adorn, henceforth, my hair, my lyre, my quiver: Let Roman victors, in the long procession, Wear laurel wreaths for triumph and ovation.

My mind leads me to speak now of forms changed into new bodies: O gods above, inspire this undertaking (which you've changed as well) and guide my poem in its epic sweep from the world's beginning to the present day. The

I intend to speak of metamorphoses.

Jokaisen rakkauden voittaa uusi rakkaus.

Phantasos: he takes illusory shapes of all inanimate things, earth, stones, rivers, trees.

Non inpune feres neque'' ait ''reddere Canenti, laesaque quid faciat, quid amans, quid femina disces rebus'' ait ''sed amans et laesa et femina Circe!