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.
Just when the butterfly thought the world was over, it became a butterfly.
What's a butterfly garden without butterflies?
Why is a caterpillar wrapped in silk while it changes into a butterfly? So the other caterpillars can't hear the screams. Change hurts
I like to read books and be alone I'm not social butterfly person.
Hold on to your heart and life will give you wings.
The caterpillar becomes a pupa to meditate and then becomes 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...
If you have WANNA, you can do ANYTHING!! - The Caterpillar That Wouldn't Change
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.
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.
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.
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.
There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it's going to be a butterfly.
This magnificent butterfly finds a little heap of dirt and sits still on it but man will never on his heap of mud keep still.
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...
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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