We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.
I've always loved butterflies, because they remind us that it's never too late to transform ourselves.
Life is like a butterfly. You can chase, or you can let it come to you.
There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it's going to be a butterfly.
A butterfly symbolized acceptance of each new phase in life. To keep faith as everything around you changed.
Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.
Butterflies are self propelled flowers.
The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
Open your heart and mind like the wings of a butterfly. See then how high you CAN fly.
Without adversity, the butterfly would never have the strength to achieve its destiny. It would never develop the strength to become something extraordinary.
Oh! To be a butterfly Still, upon a flower, Winking with its painted wings, Happy in the hour.
Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing.
If nothing ever changed, there would be no such things as butterflies.
What the caterpillar calls the end of the world the master calls a butterfly.
We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think it is forever.
The butterfly is a flying flower, The flower a tethered butterfly.
The great loneliness- like the loneliness a caterpillar endures when she wraps herself in a silky shroud and begins the long transformation from chrysalis to butterfly. It seems we too must go through such a time, when life as we have known it is over- when being a caterpillar feels somehow false and yet we don’t know who we are supposed to become. All we know is that something bigger is calling us to change. And though we must make the journey alone, and even if suffering is our only companion, soon enough we will become a butterfly, soon enough we will taste the rapture of being alive.
So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh at gilded butterflies.
Am I a human dreaming I am a butterfly or a butterfly dreaming I am a human?
Adding wings to caterpillars does not create butterflies. It creates awkward and dysfunctional caterpillars. Butterflies are created through transformation.
I only ask to be free. The butterflies are free.
I am a happy camper so I guess I’m doing something right. Happiness is like a butterfly; the more you chase it, the more it will elude you, but if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder.
Just living is not enough... one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
Butterflies...flowers that fly and all but sing.
Once upon a time, I dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was myself. Soon I awaked, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man.
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