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I did a butterfly show in Berlin, and we had a guy who's an expert on butterflies; who bred them all and who looks after them all in the space.

A caterpillar who seeks to know himself would never become a butterfly

And the case of butterflies so rich it looks As if all summer settled there and died.

I would like to think that the singer is the butterfly, and the drummer was just the little grub in the ground, working to become a caterpillar

And whether this happiness lasted a hundred seconds or ten minutes, it was so far removed from time that it resembled every other genuine happiness as completely as one fluttering blue lycaenid butterfly resembles another.

The difference between me and a butterfly is that the butterfly looks at a flower with no purpose in mind but to sip nectar. The flower feeds its body while for me the colours and shapes and scents of flowers feed my heart. But how arrogant of me to assume that the butterfly does not feel its miniscule heart also soar for no reason other than touching and being touched by beauty!

Realize what you really want. It stops you from chasing butterflies and puts you to work digging gold.

The Caterpillar cannot understand the butterfly

Once I dreamed I was a butterfly, and now I no longer know whether I am Chuang Tzu, who dreamed I was a butterfly, or whether I am a butterfly dreaming that I am Chuang Tzu.

You will be astonished to find how the whole mental disposition of your children changes with advancing years. A young child and the same when nearly grown, sometimes differ almost as much as do a caterpillar and butterfly.

In the next few galactic seconds, the fate of the universe will be decided. Life - the ultimate experiment - will either explode into space, and engulf the star-clouds in a fire storm of children, trees, and butterfly wings; or Life will fail, fizzle, and gutter out, leaving the universe shrouded forever in impenetrable blankness, devoid of hope.

There's a part of every living thing that wants to become itself: the tadpole into the frog, the chrysalis into the butterfly, a damaged human being into a whole one.That is spirituality.

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.

Oh that it were with me_x000D__x000D_As with the flower;_x000D__x000D_Blooming on its own tree_x000D__x000D_For butterfly and bee_x000D__x000D_Its summer morns:_x000D__x000D_That I might bloom mine hour _x000D__x000D_A rose in spite of thorns._x000D__x000D__x000D_Oh that my work were done_x000D__x000D_As birds' that soar_x000D__x000D_Rejoicing in the sun:_x000D__x000D_That when my time is run_x000D__x000D_And daylight too,_x000D__x000D_I so might rest once more_x000D__x000D_Cool with refreshing dew.

My butterflies are still going strong. I just hope they are flying in formation.

A small child has no ambitions, he has no desires. He is so absorbed in the moment - a bird on the wing catches his eye so totally; just a butterfly, its beautiful colors, and he is enchanted; the rainbow in the sky... and he cannot conceive that there can be anything more significant, richer than this rainbow. And the night full of stars, stars beyond stars... Innocence is rich, it is full, it is pure.

Who breaks a butterfly on a wheel?

We are closer to the ants than to the butterflies. Very few people can endure much leisure.

The air of caricature never fails to show itself in the products of reason applied relentlessly and without correction. The observation of clinical facts would seem to be a pursuit of the physician as harmless as it is indispensable. [But] it seemed irresistibly rational to certain minds that diseases should be as fully classifiable as are beetles and butterflies. This doctrine ... bore perhaps its richest fruit in the hands of Boissier de Sauvauges. In his Nosologia Methodica published in 1768 ... this Linnaeus of the bedside grouped diseases into ten classes, 295 genera, and 2400 species.

Butterflies may be better indicators of the health of our environment than birds.

How passionately we love everything that cannot last: the dazzling crystallory of winter, the spring in bloom, the fragile flight of butterflies, crimson sunsets, a kiss, and life.