The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
If nothing ever changed, there’d be no butterflies.
Beautiful and graceful, varied and enchanting, small but approachable, butterflies lead you to the sunny side of life. And everyone deserves a little sunshine.
What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly.
The butterfly is a flying flower,
The flower a tethered butterfly.
Ponce Denis Écouchard Lebrun
Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.
We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think it is forever.
We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.