Cynthia Ozick Quotes

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!

Everyone is like a butterfly, they start out ugly and awkward and then morph into beautiful graceful butterflies that everyone loves.

All Things Change (Omnium Rerum Vicissitudo)

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.

It's only when caterpillarness is done that one becomes a butterfly. That again is part of this paradox. You cannot rip away caterpillarness. The whole trip occurs in an unfolding process of which we have no control.

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

Nothing is, everything is becoming.

We are like caterpillars contemplating pupation.

The moment when one thing turns into another is the most beautiful moment. A combination of sounds turns into music. And that applies to everything.

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

None of us are what we once were.

I'd be a butterfly; living a rover, Dying when fair things are fading away.

You are the nest. You are the hatchling. You are the chrysalis. You are the progeny. You are the rot that falls from stars. You may not understand what I mean. You will.

Although the butterfly and the caterpillar are completely different, they are one and the same.

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

Something new always slowly changes right in front of your eyes - it just happens.

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

Time brings all things to pass.

No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it's not the same river and he's not the same man.

Change alone is eternal, perpetual, immortal.

Everybody knows what a caterpillar is, and it doesn't look anything like a butterfly.

Everything that exists is in a manner the seed of that which will be.

A man is never the same for long. He is continually changing. He seldom remains the same even for half an hour.