We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.
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Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.
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The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
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Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
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Just living is not enough, said the Butterfly. One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
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For example, there is a species of butterfly, a night-moth, in which the females are much less common than the males. The moths breed exactly like all animals, the male fertilizes the female and the female lays the eggs. Now, if you take a female night moth----many naturalists have tried this experiment---the male moths will visit this female at night and they will come from hours away. From hours away! Just think! From a distance of several miles all these males sense the only female in the region. One looks for an explanation for this phenomenon but it is not easy. You must assume that they have a sense of smell of some sort like a hunting dog that can pick up and follow a semmingly imperceptible scent. Do you see? Nature abounds with such inexplicable things. But my argument is: if the female moths were as abundant as the males, the latter would not have such a highly developed sense of smell. They've acquired it only because they had to train themseleves to to have it. If a person were to concentrate all his will power on a certain end, then he would achieve it. That's all. And that also answers your question. Examine a person closely enough and you know more about him than he does himself.
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No matter how hard it is, true love is also the result of an accident in the dream of our life, and that accident is an event that happens in our soul. This event can be in another transcendental reality a volcano, a butterfly, a mountain or any other possible image we cannot even imagine.
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His talent was as natural as the pattern that was made by the dust on a butterfly's wings. At one time he understood it no more than the butterfly did and he did not know when it was brushed or marred.
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You can chase a butterfly all over the field and never catch it. But if you sit quietly in the grass it will come and sit on your shoulder.
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The caterpillar does all the work but the butterfly gets all the publicity
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The person who kills for fun is announcing that, could he get away with it, he'd kill you for fun. Your...life may be of no consequence to anyone else but is invaluable to you because it's the only one you've got. Exactly the same is true of each individual deer, hare, rabbit, fox, fish, pheasant and butterfly. Humans should enjoy their own lives, not taking others'.
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Know thyself. A maxim as pernicious as it is ugly. Whoever studies himself arrest his own development. A caterpillar who seeks to know himself would never become a butterfly.
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Happiness is as a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but which if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.
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Spin and die, To live again as butterfly.
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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.
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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.
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Happiness is a butterfly which when pursued is just out of grasp... But if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.
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What the caterpillar calls the end, the rest of the world calls a butterfly.
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No lepidopterist's collection in the entire world...full if iridescent wings, is worth the life of a single butterfly.
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I know not if I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or if I am now a butterfly dreaming I am a man.
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The mark of your ignorance is the depth of your belief in injustice and tragedy. What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly.
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The mark of your ignorance is the depth of your belief in injustice and tragedy. What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the Master calls the butterfly.
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I would like to be a butterfly. Because nobody suspects the butterfly.
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Love is like a butterfly, it goes where it pleases, and pleases where it goes.
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There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it's going to be a butterfly.
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You think of me just like a butterfly You wanna pin me to your wall so I can never fly.
Just like a flower that you need to dry Caught between two books, squeeze me till I die
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What the caterpillar calls the end, the butterfly calls the beginning.
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A chinese philosopher once had a dream that he was a butterfly. From that day on, he was never quite certain that he was not a butterfly, dreaming that he was a man.
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Know thyself? A maxim as pernicious as it is ugly. Whoever observes himself arrests his own development. A caterpillar who wanted to know itself well would never become a butterfly.
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?How does one become a butterfly? she asked pensively. You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar.
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