There goes a stunning butterfly! Metamorphosis! Fair…

The beginning of love is all about the butterflies, but the end of it is when you can't get out of bed in the…

— Taylor Swift

One day I decided I would like to put a record into my system. So I picked up a record that was lying on…

— Pauline Oliveros

A room full of words that are nearly the truth but not quite, each note fluttering off the steam of its rose like a…

— Lauren Oliver

“Story is a butterfly whose wings transport us to another world where we receive gifts that change who we are and who we want…

— Harley King

Do you remember how you felt at seventeen? I do and I don't (...) Imagine you came from outer space and someone showed you…

— Douglas Coupland

Kill not the moth nor butterfly, For the Last Judgement draweth nigh.

— William Blake

Farewell,' she said. 'I hope you hear many more songs' - which was the best way she could think of to say good-bye to…

— Peter S. Beagle

Know thyself. A maxim as pernicious as it is ugly. Whoever studies himself arrest his own development. A caterpillar who seeks to know himself…

— Andre Gide

When, within our souls and psyches we are made aware of a safe but insistent drum beat, repeated like butterfly wings in motion, we…

— Mary Meeker

I just think about what I am doing on my side of the net, which requires focus. Even after all the years I've been…

— Karch Kiraly

My loneliness...still comes over me sometimes...It's a liminal, lost sensation of having wandered wide, endless boulevards, among rows of orange trees, winter butterflies, seasons…

— Marco Roth

I used to watch old clips of Muhammad Ali, where he'd be talking the jive during interviews, you know, 'Float like a butterfly, sting…

— Michael Buffer

Pleasure's a Moth, that sleeps by day And dances by false glare at night; But Joy's a Butterfly, that loves To spread its wings…

— W. H. Davies

The air is like a butterfly With frail blue wings. The happy earth looks at the sky And sings.

— Joyce Kilmer

I only ask to be free. The butterflies are free. Mankind will surely not deny to Harold Skimpole what it concedes to the butterflies.

— Charles Dickens