Butterfly Quote by Cornelia Funke Download Open image “Since when does the butterfly ask about the caterpillar?” — Cornelia Funke ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.2 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare Butterfly Caterpillars Doe
There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it's going to be a butterfly. — R. Buckminster Fuller Copy Share Image
If we are ever to love a butterfly..we must first care for a few caterpillars. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
When the caterpillar thought it was the end of its life ... it turned into a butterfly. — Nishan Panwar Copy Share Image
Just when the caterpillar thought the world was over, it became a butterfly. — Cecelia Ahern Copy Share Image
Everybody knows what a caterpillar is, and it doesn't look anything like a butterfly. — Lynn Margulis Copy Share Image
The butterfly does not look back upon its caterpillar self, either fondly or wistfully; it simply flies on. — Guillermo del Toro Copy Share Image
“When the world told the caterpillar its life was over, the butterfly objected, “My life has just begun.” — Matshona Dhliwayo Copy Share Image
There was another reason [she] took her books whenever they went away. They were her home when she was somewhere strange. They were familiar… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
“A story is a labyrinth, it looks as if there were several ways to go, but only one is right, and there's a nasty… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
He put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her full on the mouth. His skin was wet with rain. When she didn't pull… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
“For a moment Dustfinger felt as if he had never been away- as if he had simply had a bad dream, and the memory… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
Don't let it worry you, not being able to speak,'Dustfinger had often told her. 'People tend not to listen anyway, right? — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
“And he will have a great aunt called Elinor who tells him there's a world not like this one. A world with neither fairies… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
“Yes, Mo would come. Meggie could think of nothing else as Fenoglio led her away with him, his arm around her as if he… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
When it came to hiding, even Gwin had nothing to teach Dustfinger. A strange sense of curiosity had always driven him to explore the… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
Because fear kills everything," Mo had once told her. "Your mind, your heart, your imagination. — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
Perhaps there's another, much larger story behind the printed one, a story that changes just as our own world does. And the letters on… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
I remember the feeling. Whenever my father got so absorbed in a book that we might have been in visible I felt like taking… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
Kill not the moth nor butterfly, For the Last Judgement draweth nigh. — William Blake Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image