Gary Zukav Quotes

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

The storm came. Lives were washed away. Ancient pains resurfaced. Now it is time for a sea of change.

Easter is meant to be a symbol of hope, renewal, and new life.

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

I think that any time of great pain is a time of transformation, a fertile time to plant new seeds.

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!

We are created by being destroyed.

One morning as I lay sleeping on the floor, a cockroach crawled over my foot. And I opened my eyes out of this dead sleep - about a 43-year sleep - and in place of all that darkness was a joy that I can't describe.

The Very Hungry Caterpillar” story is about hope. You, like the little caterpillar, will grow up, unfold your wings and fly off into the future

The world...is full of resurrections... Every night that folds us up in darkness is a death; and those of you that have been out early, and have seen the first of the dawn, will know it - the day rises out of the night like a being that has burst its tomb and escaped into life.

The future is all around us, waiting, in moments of transition, to be born in moments of revelation. No one knows the shape of that future or where it will take us. We know only that it is always born in pain.

He changed sunset into sunrise.

Today is not yesterday: we ourselves change; how can our works and thoughts, if they are always to be the fittest, continue always the same? Change, indeed is painful; yet ever needful; and if memory have its force and worth, so also has hope.

As if in the other side of his kiss there could ve a new life

Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me! A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.

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

The phoenix must burn to emerge.

All human beings have the ability to transform like a caterpillar emerging from its cocoon and taking to the sky.

Flowers grow out of dark moments.

If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

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

In exile, I have tried to profit by the past and prepare for the future.

My sun sets to rise again.

My sun sets to rise again.

I used to believe that people are only born once, but now I feel I have been reborn, like I was given a new life. I see myself as a child, full of energy and hope.