#butterfly

If you have WANNA, you can do ANYTHING!! - The Caterpillar That Wouldn't Change ↗

— Nancy S. Mure

#caterpilliar #change #inspirational #metamorphosis-and-other-stories #motivating

Each smallest act of kindness, reverberates across great distances and spans of time --affecting lives unknown to the one who’s generous spirit, was the source of this good echo. Because kindness is passed on and grows each time it’s passed until a simple courtesy becomes an act of selfless courage, years later, and far away. Likewise, each small meanness, each expression of hatred, each act of evil. ↗

— Dean Koontz

#kindness #courage

Once upon a time, I, Chuang Tzu, dreamt that i was a butterfly. flitting around and enjoying myself. I had no idea I was Chuang Tzu. Then suddenly I woke up and was Chuang Tzu again. But I could not tell, had I been Chuang Tzu dreaming I was a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming I was now Chuang Tzu? However, there must be some sort of difference between Chuang Tzu and a butterfly! ↗

— Zhuangzi

#chuang-tzu #dreams #reality #taoism #dreams

Don’t count him out, Julia. He hasn’t given up on you. ↗

— Laura Miller

#love #love

I dreamed I was a butterfly, flitting around in the sky; then I awoke. Now I wonder: Am I a man who dreamt of being a butterfly, or am I a butterfly dreaming that I am a man? ↗

— Zhuangzi

#around #awoke #being #butterfly #dreamed

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. ↗

— Zhuangzi

#am #butterfly #dreaming #i #i am

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. ↗

— Andre Gide

#become #butterfly #caterpillar #development #himself

Is it sin, which makes the worm a chrysalis, and the chrysalis a butterfly, and the butterfly dust? ↗

— Max Muller

#chrysalis #dust #makes #sin #which

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. ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#butterfly #did #dust #his #know

How does the story really go? Does she ever cross your mind? Does she ever steal your nights? Is she still a part of you? Do you ever wish she were still by your side? And what would you do? If she walked up here tomorrow And told you that she loved you? Would you drop it all and run to her? Would you tell her you love her too? Or would you simply send her home? And tell her you’ve moved on? Tell me, Buddy, what would you do? ↗

— Laura Miller

#laura-miller #will #love