The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough. ~Rabindranath Tagore
May the wings of the butterfly kiss the sun
And find your shoulder to light on,
To bring you luck, happiness and riches
Today, tomorrow and beyond.
Butterflies are self propelled flowers. ~R.H. Heinlein
If nothing ever changed, there’d be no butterflies. ~Author Unknown
The caterpillar does all the work but the butterfly gets all the publicity. ~Attributed to George Carlin
What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly. ~Richard Bach
But these are flowers that fly and all but sing:
And now from having ridden out desire
They lie closed over in the wind and cling
Where wheels have freshly sliced the April mire.
~Robert Frost, “Blue-Butterfly Day”
I saw a poet chase a butterfly in a meadow. He put his net on a bench where a boy sat reading a book. It’s a misfortune that it is usually the other way round. ~Karl Kraus
Beautiful and graceful, varied and enchanting, small but approachable, butterflies lead you to the sunny side of life. And everyone deserves a little sunshine. ~Jeffrey Glassberg
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. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne
There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it’s going to be a butterfly. ~Richard Buckminster Fuller
They seemed to come suddenly upon happiness as if they had surprised a butterfly in the winter woods. ~Edith Wharton
With the rose the butterfly’s deep in love,
A thousand times hovering round;
But round himself, all tender like gold,
The sun’s sweet ray is hovering found…
~Heinrich Heine, “New Spring,” 1826, translated from German in the original metre by Edgar Alfred Bowring
The butterfly long loved the beautiful rose,
And flirted around all day;
While round him in turn with her golden caress,
Soft fluttered the sun’s warm ray….
I know not with whom the rose was in love,
But I know that I loved them all.
The butterfly, rose, and the sun’s bright ray,
The star and the bird’s sweet call.
~Heinrich Heine, “A New Spring,” 1826, translated from German by Charles Godfrey Leland, Pictures of Travel, 1855
“Just living is not enough,” said the butterfly, “one must have sunshine, freedom and a little flower.” ~Hans Christian Andersen
Love is like a butterfly: It goes where it pleases and it pleases wherever it goes. ~Author Unknown
I’ve watched you now a full half-hour;
Self-poised upon that yellow flower
And, little Butterfly! Indeed
I know not if you sleep or feed.
How motionless! – not frozen seas
More motionless! and then
What joy awaits you, when the breeze
Hath found you out among the trees,
And calls you forth again!
~William Wordsworth, “To a Butterfly”
I only ask to be free. The butterflies are free. ~Charles Dickens
The butterfly’s attractiveness derives not only from colors and symmetry: deeper motives contribute to it. We would not think them so beautiful if they did not fly, or if they flew straight and briskly like bees, or if they stung, or above all if they did not enact the perturbing mystery of metamorphosis: the latter assumes in our eyes the value of a badly decoded message, a symbol, a sign. ~Primo Levi
And what’s a butterfly? At best,
He’s but a caterpillar, at rest.
Flowers and butterflies drift in color, illuminating spring. ~Author Unknown
We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think it is forever. ~Carl Sagan
This great purple butterfly,
In the prison of my hands,
Has a learning in his eye
Not a poor fool understands.
~William Butler Yeats, “Another Song of a Fool”
[N]ot quite birds, as they were not quite flowers, mysterious and fascinating as are all indeterminate creatures. ~Elizabeth Goudge
The butterfly, a cabbage-white,
(His honest idiocy of flight)
Will never now, it is too late,
Master the art of flying straight.
~Robert Graves, “Flying Crooked”
The green grass and the happy skies
court the fluttering butterflies.
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. ~Andre Gide
Do ye not comprehend that we are worms,
Born to bring forth the angelic butterfly
That flieth unto judgment without screen?