Butterflies Quotes

They're butterflies because...well, he thought it was cool. They eat humans.

Don't be afraid. Change is such a beautiful thing", said the Butterfly.

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.

I welcome all butterflies into my heart because that feeling is a constant reminder of how alive and full of love I truly am.

But on paper, things can live forever. On paper, a butterfly never dies.

Well, I must endure the presence of two or three caterpillars if I wish to become acquainted with the butterflies. It seems that they are very beautiful.And if not the butterflies– and the caterpillars– who will call upon me? You will be far away. . . as for the large animals– I am not at all afraid of any of them. I have my claws.”And, navely, she showed her four thorns. Then she added:“Don’t linger like this. You have decided to go away. Now go!”For she did not want him to see her crying. She was such a proud flower. . .

Life is short. If you doubt me, ask a butterfly. Their average life span is a mere five to fourteen days.

Papilio stomachus: fragile creatures, vulnerable to forst and betrayal.

Animals had returned to what was left of the forest...clusters of orange butterflies exploded off the blackish purple piles of bear sign and winked and fluttered magically like leaves without trees. More bears than people traveled the muddy road, leaving tracks straight up and down the middle of it...

For when ideas flutter in haze, we collaborate without notice and collect them as butterflies only to set them free into the world.

not all feeling of butterflies in the tummy means love, it might sometimes mean lust, fear, hunger e.t.c

God begins to paint the clouds in the eastern sky when the mountains butterflies come flying home

It’s the butterflies in our bellies, and the lightening in our eyes that tells me this all makes so much fucking sense.

I think humans might be like butterflies; people die every day without many other people knowing about them, seeing their colors, hearing their stories... and when humans are broken, they're like broken butterfly wings; suddenly there are so many beauties that are seen in different ways, so many thoughts and visions and possibilities that form, which couldn't form when the person wasn't broken! So it is not a very sad thing to be broken, after all! It's during the times of being broken, that you have all the opportunities to become things unforgettable! Just like the broken butterfly wing that I found, which has given me so many thoughts, in so many ways, has shown me so many words, and imaginations! But butterflies need to know, that it doesn't matter at all if the whole world saw their colors or not! But what matters is that they flew, they glided, they hovered, they saw, they felt, and they knew! And they loved the ones whom they flew with! And that is an existence worthwhile!

Marvellous!" he repeated, looking up at me. "Look! The beauty--but that is nothing--look at the accuracy, the harmony. And so fragile! And so strong! And so exact! This is Nature--the balance of colossal forces. Every star is so--and every blade of grass stands so--and the mighty Kosmos il perfect equilibrium produces--this. This wonder; this masterpiece of Nature--the great artist.