Welcome to our collection of beautiful butterfly quotes for you to ponder and share. Enjoy, and wishing you a perfect day!
Don't waste your time chasing butterflies. Mend your garden, and the butterflies will come.
Among the varied species of insects, butterflies are the most poetic.
Nature's message was always there and for us to see. It was written on the wings of butterflies.
Go on, hitch a ride on the back of a butterfly. There's no better way to fly.
Death is the opening of a more subtle life. In the flower, it sets free the perfume; in the chrysalis, the butterfly; in man, the soul.
The struggle to leave the cocoon is what strengthens the butterfly's wings so she can fly. I am about to become something beautiful.
Adding wings to caterpillars does not create butterflies. It creates awkward and dysfunctional caterpillars. Butterflies are created through transformation.
Just when the caterpillar thought I am incapable of moving, it became a butterfly.
God begins to paint the clouds in the eastern sky when the mountains butterflies come flying home.
Oh! To be a butterfly Still, upon a flower, Winking with its painted wings, Happy in the hour.
A caterpillar who seeks to know himself would never become a butterfly.
Butterflies and birds are like one perfect teaspoon of creation.
Butterflies were wind energy made visible.
Nature is always lavish of her gifts even to the most insignificant forms. The butterflies and moths are richly dowered in this respect.
Just when the butterfly thought the world was over, it became a butterfly.
Do ye not comprehend that we are worms born to bring forth the angelic butterfly that flieth unto judgment without screen?
When I see a dancing butterfly,
When I see a half blooming flower,
Their eager wish to make this world happy,
My mind dances with joy,
My soul emerges in happiness.
If the butterfly wings its way to the sweet light that attracts it, it's only because it doesn't know that the fire can consume it.
I've always loved butterflies, because they remind us that it's never too late to transform ourselves.
Everyone is like a butterfly, they start out ugly and awkward and then morph into beautiful graceful butterflies that everyone loves.
They seemed to come suddenly upon happiness as if they had surprised a butterfly in the winter woods.
Butterflies are but flowers that blew away one sunny day when Nature was feeling at her most inventive and fertile.
We are closer to the ants than to the butterflies. Very few people can endure much leisure.
The butterfly does not look back upon its caterpillar self, either fondly or wistfully; it simply flies on.
Her sanity was a fragile thing, a butterfly cupped in her hands, that she carried with her everywhere, afraid of what would happen if she let it go-or got careless and crushed it.
Without adversity, the butterfly would never have the strength to achieve its destiny. It would never develop the strength to become something extraordinary.
As with the butterfly, adversity is necessary to build character in people.
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.
Butterflies better understand than you, the meaning of love and sacrifices one must make for their beloved.
A season of loneliness and isolation is when the caterpillar gets its wings. Remember that next time you feel alone.
You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry.
Happiness is like a butterfly.
Longer Version:
Happiness is like a butterfly -- the more you chase, the more subtle, but if you stop moving and quietly wait for it to land on you.
Men pass in front of our eyes like butterflies, creatures of a brief season. We love them; they are brave, proud, beautiful, and clever.
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.
The only authority I respect is the one that causes butterflies to fly south in fall and north in springtime.
I learned about the sacred art of self decoration with the monarch butterflies perched atop my head, lightning bugs as my night jewelry, and emerald-green frogs as bracelets.
Music is quicksilver, gossamer; careers are measured in butterfly lifetimes.
I'd be a butterfly; living a rover, Dying when fair things are fading away.
Not quite birds, as they were not quite flowers, mysterious and fascinating as are all indeterminate creatures.
Just as the bird sings or the butterfly soars, because it is his natural characteristic, so the artist works.
Children are caterpillars and adults are butterflies. No butterfly ever remembers what it felt like being a caterpillar.
She was like a butterfly, full of color and vibrancy when she chose to open her wings, yet hardly visible when she closed them.
But on paper, things can live forever.
On paper, a butterfly
never dies.
The sound of a million butterflies flapping their wings is indescribable. It's very heavenly.
Metamorphosis has always been the greatest symbol of change for poets and artists. Imagine that you could be a caterpillar one moment and a butterfly the next.
Everybody knows what a caterpillar is, and it doesn't look anything like a butterfly.
Of all the butterflies that chose to stay,
I'm in love with the one that got away.
Is it sin, which makes the worm a chrysalis, and the chrysalis a butterfly, and the butterfly dust?
A pinned butterfly holds no delight. A pinned butterfly is nothing like a butterfly at all.
And the case of butterflies so rich it looks As if all summer settled there and died.
If there is one creature that represents my essence, it's butterflies.
There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it's going to be a butterfly.
The butterfly, a cabbage-white, (His honest idiocy of flight) Will never now, it is too late, Master the art of flying straight.
Life is like a butterfly. You can chase, or you can let it come to you.
And when I was angry, when I was younger, I was in a cocoon. Now I'm a beautiful, black butterfly.
Pleasure's a Moth, that sleeps by day And dances by false glare at night; But Joy's a Butterfly, that loves To spread its wings in Nature's light.
Realize what you really want. It stops you from chasing butterflies and puts you to work digging gold.
I embrace emerging experience.
I participate in discovery.
I am a butterfly.
I am not a butterfly collector.
I want the experience of the butterfly.
The tulip and the butterfly
Appear in gayer coats than I:
Let me be dressed fine as I will,
Flies, worms, and flowers exceed me still.
Love is like a butterfly--chase it and it will fly away. Be still and be you and it will come and rest upon your skin where it feels safe and welcome.
In a dream I saw myself as a great and colorful butterfly; now I am not sure if I am Chuang-Tsu dreaming I was a butterfly, or I am a butterfly dreaming I am Chuang-Tsu.
I mean, everything that is upon this earth, even from a worm or a caterpillar that blossoms into a butterfly, you know, these things are just amazing.
The paired butterflies are already yellow with August Over the grass in the West garden; They hurt me. I grow older.
If nothing ever changed, there would be no such things as butterflies.
We lose our souls if we lose the experience of the forest, the butterflies, the song of the birds, if we can't see the stars at night.
Sometimes a caterpillar will wait too long and die in its cocoon before ever becoming a buterfly.
Whenever we leave the ground
And take to the sky
I'll smile as I'm gazing down
Cause I've always wonder why we won't need feathers to fly.
