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.
What's a butterfly garden without butterflies?
(n.) A general name for the numerous species of diurnal Lepidoptera.
The caterpillar becomes a pupa to meditate and then becomes a butterfly
You are my butterfly,and I am your flower.
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.
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
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.
Just when the butterfly thought the world was over, it became a butterfly.
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.
Life seeks life and loves life. The opening of a catkin of a willow, in the flight of the butterfly, in the chirping of a tree-toad or the sweep of an eagle - my life loves to see how others live, exu...
I dreamed I was a butterfly, flitting around in the sky; then I awoke. Now I wonder: Am I a man who dreamt of being a butterfly, or am I a butterfly dreaming that I am a man?
She is like a butterfly, Beautiful to look at But hard to catch.
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...
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.
If you have WANNA, you can do ANYTHING!! - The Caterpillar That Wouldn't Change
I'm still like a butterfly going from one job to another job. But it's quite lovely - I hope to keep this freedom, to have fun.
They watched her sit, holding the bundle up before her, the lamp just at her elbow belabored by a moth whose dark shape cast upon her face appeared captive within the delicate skull, the thin and rose...
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.