Butterflies are nature's poetry, dancing effortlessly in the breeze.
What the caterpillar calls the end, the rest of the world calls a butterfly.
The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
Just when the caterpillar thought the world was over, it became a butterfly.
Butterflies are self-propelled flowers.
Butterflies are not insects, they are self-propelled flowers.
Happiness is like a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.
The butterfly teaches us not to fear transformation but to embrace it with grace.
Butterflies are a reminder that we too can transform.
Butterflies are self-propelled flowers, a reminder that even the smallest things can make a big impact.
Butterflies are nature's tragic heroes. They live most of their lives being completely ordinary. And then, one day, the unexpected happens.
Butterflies are like dreams. Beautiful, ephemeral, and always just out of reach.
Butterflies are nature's angels. They remind us what a gift it is to be alive.
Butterflies are a symbol of hope and transformation. Embrace your journey and let your wings unfold.
The butterfly's beauty lies in its ability to embrace transformation with grace.
Butterflies are the heaven sent kisses of an angel.
Butterflies are the embodiment of a moment, fragile and fleeting, yet eternally beautiful.
The butterfly's attractiveness derives not only from colors and symmetry: deeper motives contribute to it.
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.