D. H. Lawrence Quotes

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?

We seek not rest but transformation. We are dancing through each other as doorways.

I became the butterfly. I got out of the cocoon, and I flew.

What the caterpillar calls the end of the world the master calls a butterfly.

One thing is certain. The old Piper Laurie is no more.

I'm a beginning, not an end.

I guess I'm in a state of becoming. Even though I've had a full career and I've been around a long time, it's like dinosaurs are coming back. It's all new. I'm having to be on my own and seeing how exciting life can be now.

One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.

One has to shed one's old skin for a positive change.

I believe that change is the essence of life.

I'm passionate about transformation.

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!

Who knows what beautiful and winged life, whose egg has been buried for ages under many concretic layers of woodenness in the dead dry life of society...may unexpectedly come forth...to enjoy its perfect summer life at last!...Such is the character of that morrow which mere lapse of time can never make to dawn...Only that day dawns to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star.

The Lord of Dreams learns that one must change or die, and makes his decision

The old must always make way for the new, and one thing must be built out of the ruins of another. There is no murky pit of hell awaiting anyone.

Transformation is a journey without a final destination.

Crisis is the path to happiness. Decay and disintegration do not spell doom, but ascent and beginning. The powerful forces of a new creation operate in the hush beyond the noise of the day.

You are emerging from the cocoon of your former self. There are no limits to the extent of the transformation that's possible for you.

Names turned over by time, like the plough turning the soil. Bringing up the new while the old were buried in the mud.

Life depends on change, and renewal.

Staring at her face, she began to fancy her outer layer had begun to melt away while she wasn't paying attention, and something -- some new skeleton -- was emerging from beneath the softness of her accustomed self. With a deep, visceral ache, she wished her true form might prove to be a sleek and shining one, like a stiletto blade slicing free of an ungainly sheath. Like a bird of prey losing its hatchling fluff to hunt in cold, magnificent skies. That she might become something glittering, something startling, something dangerous.

Stop being who you were and become who you are.

Desire's wind blasts the thorntree but after it becomes from a bramblebush to be a rose upon the rood of time.

For still the new transcends the old In signs and tokens manifold; Slaves rise up men; the olive waves, With roots deep set in battle graves!

The old skin has to be shed before the new one can come.