Butterfly Quotes

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Ruskin Bond
“and when all the wars are over, a butterfly will still be beautiful.”
Ruskin Bond, Scenes from a Writer's Life

“When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. They wanted her to change back into what she always had been. But she had wings.”
Dean Jackson

Sanober  Khan
“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

Gemma Malley
“He said that we belonged together because he was born with a flower and I was born with a butterfly and that flowers and butterflies need each other for survival.”
Gemma Malley, The Declaration

“The only time you should ever look back, is to see how far you've come.”
Bangtan Boys, Butterfly

Jacqueline Woodson
“But on paper, things can live forever.
On paper, a butterfly
never dies.”
Jacqueline Woodson, Brown Girl Dreaming

Emme Rollins
“Like a butterfly stuck in a chrysalis, waiting for the perfect moment, I was waiting for the day I could burst forth and fly away and find my home.”
Emme Rollins, Dear Rockstar

Ivan Turgenev
“A withered maple leaf has left its branch and is falling to the ground; its movements resemble those of a butterfly in flight. Isn't it strange? The saddest and deadest of things is yet so like the gayest and most vital of creatures?”
Ivan Turgenev, Fathers and Sons

Katerina Stoykova Klemer
“How to Write a Poem

Catch the air
around the butterfly.”
Katerina Stoykova Klemer, The Air Around the Butterfly / Въздухът около пеперудата

A.A. Milne
“How does one become butterfly?' Pooh asked pensively.
'You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar,' Piglet replied.
'You mean to die?' asked Pooh.
'Yes and no,' he answered. 'What looks like you will die, but what's really you will live on.”
A.A. Milne

“The butterfly is a flying flower,
The flower a tethered butterfly.”
Ponce Denis Écouchard Le Brun

Jane Yolen
“You can only chase a butterfly for so long.”
Jane Yolen, Prince Across the Water

Amit Ray
“Meditation is the process of transformation and beautification of soul from a leaf-eating caterpillar to a nectar-sipping butterfly. It grows with the wings of love and compassion.”
Amit Ray, Meditation: Insights and Inspirations

“She is like a butterfly,
Beautiful to look at
But hard to catch.”
Nikki Rowe

Giordano Bruno
“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.”
Giordano Bruno

Crystal Woods
“When I was just a cute little caterpillar, you loved me. So I became a butterfly so you would never leave.”
Crystal Woods, Write like no one is reading 3

Annette Thomas
“Just when the caterpillar thought “I am incapable of moving,” it became a butterfly.”
Annette Thomas

Harley King
“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.”
Harley King

Marlene van Niekerk
“...a butterfly is like the soul of a person, it dries out in captivity.”
Marlene Van Niekerk, Agaat

“When he laughed in his throat, the butterfly laughed at me too. It's obscene fluttering corrupted me into darkness.”
Kazuya Minekura, Stigma

Marie Lu
“I am still alone, broken and small, the butterfly fighting for life in the grass.”
Marie Lu, The Young Elites

M.F. Moonzajer
“Love is not only the story of butterflies or birds; it is also the story of jackals and hounds”
M.F. Moonzajer

Amanda Mosher
“A light rain touches my cheek like an angel's butterfly kisses.”
Amanda Mosher, Better to be able to love than to be loveable

The Hippie
“The caterpillar turns to liquid before turning into a butterfly. Liquid. Thus washing away any speck of his caterpillar self as he lies completely vulnerable to his environment in his chrysalis shell. One good solid gust of wind and the caterpillars boned.”
Hippie, Snowflake Obsidian: Memoir of a Cutter

“The moth prefers the moon and detests the sun, while the butterfly loves the sun and hides from the moon. Every living creature responds to light. But depending on the amount of light you have inside, determines which lamp in the sky your heart will swoon.”
Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

Dana Arcuri
“Similar to a butterfly, I've gone through a metamorphosis, been released from my dark cocoon, embraced my wings, and soared!”
Dana Arcuri, Reinventing You: Simple Steps to Transform Your Body, Mind, & Spirit

“A beetle will chase after an opening of light, while a cockroach will scatter at a crack of it. How are we different from insects? Nobody is purely good or purely evil. Most of us are in-between. There are moths that explore the day and butterflies that play at night. Polarity is an integral part of nature — human or not human.”
Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

Christine Evangelou

There is beauty both inside and outside of the cocoon that pushed you to grow
Through darkness and dysfunction, depth and despair
A vivid light splits through and steals you away
When you get comfortable with your own messy and beautiful self
Nothing and no-one can block you
You finally see your truth
You fall in line with the beat of your own vibration
You come out of your cocoon
A gorgeous butterfly”
Christine Evangelou, The Touch of 10,000 Words: Musings and Poetry: Love, Life, Inner Magic and the Pursuit of Dreams

Titon Rahmawan
“Wings of Butterfly - Fallen into Your Lap

A lip doesn't tremble, just to chant the prayer. A pair of eyes can't look to try to express the feeling. Even for an instant, but is there still a heartbeat come to your ears, how come my love?

The wind rushed between the silence of the tables and benches. Whispering between rolls of maps and stack of books. Jumping up and down between the heads that are scattered contemplating the clear song, melodious sound of your voice.

Ouch, how much more I want to trace my longing to miss this to your lap. Trembling strokes of the eyelids and lips that are perfect smiles. Echoed passion in the chest, hide the sound of thunder and also heavy rain. Where do I fret to meet the song Asmaradahana in the glazed of your eyelids. Dream was entangled by a strand of busy hair strands of purple, red, yellow, white and blue orchid strings in silent vases. Where are my tired wings has fallen before drooping surrender in your palm.”
Titon Rahmawan

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