If the butterfly wings its way to the sweet light that attracts it, it's only becasue it doesn't know that the fire can consume it.
You are my butterfly,and I am your flower.
(n.) A general name for the numerous species of diurnal Lepidoptera.
The caterpillar becomes a pupa to meditate and then becomes a butterfly
What's a butterfly garden without butterflies?
Hold on to your heart and life will give you wings.
Why is a caterpillar wrapped in silk while it changes into a butterfly? So the other caterpillars can't hear the screams. Change hurts
Just when the butterfly thought the world was over, it became a butterfly.
Self Love is a romance of its own kind. Remember self love does not imply being selfish and just thinking about your own happiness. I believe it is an idea which revolves around acceptance of yourself...
I like to read books and be alone I'm not social butterfly person.
If you have WANNA, you can do ANYTHING!! - The Caterpillar That Wouldn't Change
Story is a butterfly whose wings transport us to another world where we receive gifts that change who we are and who we want to be.
The cynic finds love with the idealist. The rebel with the conformist. The social butterfly with the bookworm. They help each other balance their lives.
She is like a butterfly, Beautiful to look at But hard to catch.
People of this era are just like a butterfly that is controlled by candles' light where it follows the light in darkness without knowing where it is going to be destined similar to the people, they ju...
Going into auditions, there is a wonderful butterfly feeling in your stomach - an equal balance of being utterly terrified and exhilarated that this is your chance.
Death consists, indeed, in a repeated process of unrobing, or unsheathing. The immortal part of man shakes off from itself, one after the other, its outer casings, and - as the snake from its skin, th...
A caterpillar knows it's a butterfly, even if the whole world tries to convince it that it's just a worm.
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.
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.
When a small child, I thought that success spelled happiness. I was wrong, happiness is like a butterfly which appears and delights us for one brief moment, but soon flits away.
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