{"quotes":[{"text":"Stop being okay with the norm, seek to transform.","author":"Constance Chuks Friday","tags":["achieve","achievement","be","being","change","change-the-world","change-your-life","complacence","life","metamorphosis","norm","normal","okay","seek","transform","transformation"],"id":16741,"author_id":"Constance+Chuks+Friday"},{"text":"Die every night so in the morning you are reborn.","author":"Kamand Kojouri","tags":["anew","appreciate","death","die","kamand","kamand-kojouri","kojouri","life","live","living","metamorphosis","mindset","morning","night","philosophy","rebirth","reborn","transcend","transcendence"],"id":18200,"author_id":"Kamand+Kojouri"},{"text":"And I feel like the Queen of Water. I feel like water that transforms from a flowing river to a tranquil lake to a powerful waterfall to a freshwater spring to a meandering creek to a salty sea to raindrops gentle on your face to hard, stinging hail to frost on a mountaintop, and back to a river again.","author":"María Virginia Farinango","tags":["metamorphosis","water"],"id":23261,"author_id":"Mar%C3%ADa+Virginia+Farinango"},{"text":"We inter-change ideas. You can stay in the United States and inspire people in Indonesia. You can stay in Ghana and inspire people in Turkey. You can stay in Nigeria and inspire people in cote'd voire. You can stay in Senegal and inspire people in China and vice versa.","author":"Michael Bassey Johnson","tags":["achievers","believe","believers","country","giving-out","heart","hearts","ideas","inspiration","inspirational","inspire","metamorphosis","michael-bassey-johnson","motivating","motivation","power","reciprocating-ideas","spreading-knowledge","states","win","winner","winning-hearts","wisdom","wise","words"],"id":27376,"author_id":"Michael+Bassey+Johnson"},{"text":"And each stroke of his tongue ripped off skin after successive skin, all the skins of a life in the world, and left behind a nascent patina of shining hairs. My earrings turned back to water and trickled down my shoulders; I shrugged the drops off my beautiful fur.","author":"Angela Carter","tags":["metamorphosis","the-bloody-chamber","the-tigers-bride","transformation"],"id":32602,"author_id":"Angela+Carter"},{"text":"To have a solid foundation of skepticism, -that is to say, the faculty of changing at any moment, of turning back, of facing successively the metamorphoses of life.","author":"Rémy de Gourmont","tags":["adaptation","change","metamorphosis","skepticism"],"id":34533,"author_id":"R%C3%A9my+de+Gourmont"},{"text":"I have no use for these other loves.Seal them shut in jarsand place them in the pantry. A reserve of love.Thank them for their love.They are so kind.Perhaps store them in the fridgeFor others to take.They say love is a panacea. I know it is not.Flakes of snow,no two are alike.When I am down on my knees, hopeless and angry,for the world no longer makes sense,I won't look in the pantry or fridge.It is your hand pressing on my shoulderthat makes me whole,makes me forget.What trouble? What world?","author":"Kamand Kojouri","tags":["angry","beloved","change","forget","fridge","hope","hopeful","hopeless","in-love","jar","kamand","kamand-kojouri","kind","kojouri","love","love-poem","loved","lover","loves","loving","metamorphosis","oneness","others","panacea","pantry","poem","poetry","quote","relationship","reserve","seal","snow","thank","transcend","transcendent","transform","transformation","trouble","union","unity","world"],"id":35168,"author_id":"Kamand+Kojouri"},{"text":"It is extraordinary that nobody nowadays under the stress of great troubles is turned into stone or a bird or a tree or some inanimate object; they used to undergo such metamorphoses in ancient times (or so they say), though whether that is myth or a true story I know not. Maybe it would be better to change one's nature into something that lacks all feeling, rather than be so sensitive to evil. Had that been possible, these calamities would in all probability have turned me to stone.","author":"Anna Comnena","tags":["grief","metamorphosis"],"id":66424,"author_id":"Anna+Comnena"},{"text":"Reading poetry is like undressing before a bath. You don't undress out of fear that your clothes will become wet. You undress because you want the water to touch you. You want to completely immerse yourself in the feeling of the water and to emerge anew.","author":"Kamand Kojouri","tags":["analogy","anew","art","bath","change","clothes","creative-arts","emerge","fear","immerse","kamand","kamand-kojouri","kojouri","life","metamorphosis","metaphor","novelist","poem","poesia","poetess","poetry","poetry","quote","read","reading","reading","soak","touch","transcend","transcendence","transform","undress","water","wet","write","writing"],"id":125712,"author_id":"Kamand+Kojouri"},{"text":"New skin, a new land! And a land of liberty, if that is possible! I chose the geology of a land that was new to me, and that was young, virgin, and without drama, that of America. I traveled in America, but instead of romantically and directly rubbing the snakeskin of my body against the asperities of its terrain, I preferred to peel protected within the armor of the gleaming black crustacean of a Cadillac which I gave Gala as a present. Nevertheless all the men who admire and the women who are in love with my old skin will easily be able to find its remnants in shredded pieces of various sizes scattered to the winds along the roads from New York via Pittsburgh to California. I have peeled with every wind; pieces of my skin have remained caught here and there along my way, scattered through that 'promised land' which is America; certain pieces of this skin have remained hanging in the spiny vegetation of the Arizona desert, along the trails where I galloped on horseback, where I got rid of all my former Aristotelian 'planetary notions.' Other pieces of my skin have remained spread out like tablecloths without food on the summits of the rocky masses by which one reaches the Salt Lake, in which the hard passion of the Mormons saluted in me the European phantom of Apollinaire. Still other pieces have remained suspended along the 'antediluvian' bridge of San Francisco, where I saw in passing the ten thousand most beautiful virgins in America, completely naked, standing in line on each side of me as I passed, like two rows of organ-pipes of angelic flesh with cowrie-shell sea vulvas.","author":"Salvador Dalí","tags":["america","art","dali","metamorphosis","travel"],"id":132670,"author_id":"Salvador+Dal%C3%AD"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":54,"pages":6,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}