“ A flower knows, when its butterfly will return, and if the moon walks out, the sky will understand;but now it hurts, to watch you leave so soon,when I don't know, if you will ever come back. Sanober Khan
“ Wings are of many kinds. Butterfly's wings, vulture's wings, eagle-wings, spread wings of white swans, dragonfly's serene wings, wings of albatross, lovely wings of humming birds, tiny wings of a fly… Munia Khan
“ While the whole world was asleep, the caterpillar was awake, working towards becoming a butterfly. Matshona Dhliwayo
“ Wine had to be grapes first. Diamonds had to be rocks first. Butterflies had to be caterpillars first. Rainbows had to be storms first. Matshona Dhliwayo
“ Tony and Peg have two kids, Terry-Lynn and Harvey, both of whom are enrolled in so many extracurricular and afterschool clubs that they hardly ever see their parents. If Terry-Lynn is in Girl Guides,… Rebecca McNutt
“ When a caterpillar bursts from its cocoon and discovers it has wings, it does not sit idly, hoping to one day turn back. It flies. Kelseyleigh Reber
“ Is love just a butterfly? Love can tell us so many things about the deep waters of our inner self and the secrecy in the hidden brushwood of our emotions. ("Alpha and Omega") Erik Pevernagie
“ I sure wasn't going to ask Aunt Sally, because if she told me once that getting your period was like a moth becoming a butterfly, she'd probably say that sexual intercourse was like a deer getting ant… Phyllis Reynolds Naylor
“ Butterfly upon my hand, A voice of wonder within my mind, not my own but the butterfly's. Jazz Feylynn
“ Your end can be greater than your beginning: butterflies are the greatest proof of this. Matshona Dhliwayo
“ I want to fly like a butterfly around this beautiful world, till the last frame of my life and the last click of my heart. Biju Karakkonam Nature and Wild life Photographer
“ His talent was as natural as the pattern that was made by the dust on a butterfly's wings. At one time he understood it no more than the butterfly did and he did not know when it was brushed or marred… Ernest Hemingway
