Ram Dass Quotes

We are like caterpillars contemplating pupation.

I've always loved butterflies, because they remind us that it's never too late to transform ourselves.

He built a small house, called a cocoon, around himself. He stayed inside for more than two weeks. Then he nibbled a hole in the cocoon, pushed his way out and... he was a beautiful butterfly!

None of us are what we once were.

The butterfly does not look back upon its caterpillar self, either fondly or wistfully; it simply flies on.

People look with sympathetic eyes only at the blossom and the fruit, and disregard the long period of transition during which the one is ripening into the other.

Well I am the one who loves changing from nothing to one.

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

The sense of endings as well as beginnings in the air is now so obvious in so many dimensions of our experience that a critical mass has been reached.

Remember that transformation is a present activity.

The process of transformation consists mostly of decay.

Children are caterpillars and adults are butterflies. No butterfly ever remembers what it felt like being a caterpillar.

Nothing is, everything is becoming.

It's just the end of some things. And the beginning of others.

The butterfly lures us not only because he is beautiful, but because he is transitory. The caterpillar is uglier, but in him we can regard the better joy of becoming.

We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.

Transformations is the word. We can do the work of transformation only in the present moment

The Caterpillar cannot understand the butterfly

You never came out the way you came in.

Metamorphosis has always been the greatest symbol of change for poets and artists. Imagine that you could be a caterpillar one moment and a butterfly the next.

That last day does not bring extinction to us, but change of place.

Is it sin, which makes the worm a chrysalis, and the chrysalis a butterfly, and the butterfly dust?

Men do change, and change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn, and it comes like the stealthy perfume of wildflowers hidden in the grass. Change may be announced by a small ache, so that you think you're catching cold. Or you may feel a faint disgust for something you loved yesterday. It may even take the form of a hunger that peanuts won't satisfy. Isn't overeating said to be one of the strongest symptoms of discontent. And isn't discontent the lever of change?

Nothing changes like changes, because nothing changes but the changes.