I wasn't sure what desire looked like, but right now…

We are gods in the chrysalis.

— Dale Carnegie

The great loneliness- like the loneliness a caterpillar endures when she wraps herself in a silky shroud and begins the long transformation from chrysalis…

— Elizabeth Lesser

“We are all butterflies. Earth is our chrysalis.”

— LeeAnn Taylor

The word chrysalis alone is an unmistakable indication that here two dreams are joined together, dreams that be-speak both the repose and flight of…

— Gaston Bachelard

The great renunciation of old age as it prepared for death, wraps itself up in its chrysalis, which may be observed at the end…

— Marcel Proust

My education was paid for by the RAF Benevolent Fund, so a charity school, run like an orphanage, with uniforms and beatings. It was…

— Eric Idle

“Our intelligence cannot wall itself up alive, like a pupa in a chrysalis. It must at any cost keep on speaking terms with the…

— William James

He raged for hours. And the skeleton, ever the frail and solelmn philosopher, hung quietly inside, saying not a word, suspended like a delicate…

— Ray Bradbury

In her novel Regeneration, Pat Barker writes of a doctor who 'knew only too well how often the early stages of change or cure…

— Rebecca Solnit

And besides, look at elder flowers and bluebells-they are a sign that pure creation takes place - even the butterfly. But humanity never gets…

— Anonymous

Do you not see with your own eyes the chrysalis fact assume by degrees the wings of fiction?

— Alfred de Vigny

Death is the opening of a more subtle life. In the flower, it sets free the perfume; in the chrysalis, the butterfly; in man,…

— Juliette Adam

You go through your 20s sort of like a chrysalis in many ways, stretching into your own skin and trying to bust out of…

— Jonathan Rhys Meyers

Patience doesn't mean making a pact with the devil of denial, ignoring our emotions and aspirations. It means being wholeheartedly engaged in the process…

— Sharon Salzberg

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

— Max Muller