Explore Quotes on Butterfly

I've always loved butterflies, because they remind us that it's never too late to transform ourselves.

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.

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.

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.

God changes caterpillars into butterflies, sand into pearls and coal into diamonds using time and pressure. He's working on you, too.

Butterflies are very interesting. Here these things are little grubs for a while. And then they go into a little coffin. There they are in a sarcophagus, and then they come out and dance with the angels.

Death is simply a shedding of the physical body like the butterfly shedding its cocoon. It is a transition to a higher state of consciousness where you continue to perceive, to understand, to laugh, and to be able to grow.

Not for a moment, beautiful aged Walt Whitman, have I failed to see your beard full of butterflies.

The typical nature photograph shows a butterfly on a pretty flower. The conservation photograph shows the same thing, but with a bulldozer coming at it in the background.

Running is in my blood-the adrenaline flows before the races, the love/hate of butterflies in your stomach.

I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo.

Every time you go out there, you want to be a little nervous, have a little bit of butterflies in your stomach and get the juices flowing.

It's OK to have butterflies. Just get them flying in formation.

You know what it's like to feel anxious - it's horrible feeling anxious. It's stressful having that feeling, having butterflies in your stomach, even for a day, and you don't sleep at night.

With no mind, flowers lure the butterfly; With no mind, the butterfly visits the blossoms. Yet when flowers bloom, the butterfly comes; When the butterfly comes, the flowers bloom.

... on these expanded membranes [butterfly wings] Nature writes, as on a tablet, the story of the modifications of species, so truly do all changes of the organisation register themselves thereon. Moreover, the same colour-patterns of the wings generally show, with great regularity, the degrees of blood-relationship of the species. As the laws of nature must be the same for all beings, the conclusions furnished by this group of insects must be applicable to the whole world.

Open your heart and mind like the wings of a butterfly. See then how high you CAN fly.

In nature a repulsive caterpillar turns into a lovely butterfly. But with human beings it is the other way round: a lovely butterfly turns into a repulsive caterpillar.

Life is like a butterfly. You can chase, or you can let it come to you.

No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds - November!

In my world, everyone's a pony and they all eat rainbows and poop butterflies!