Butterfly Quote by Zhuangzi Download Open image “Once Zhuangzi dreamt he was a butterfly...” — Zhuangzi ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.8 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare Butterfly Dreams Funny Inspirational Love
A chinese philosopher once had a dream that he was a butterfly. From that day on, he was never quite certain that he was… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Once Chuang Chou dreamt he was a butterfly, a butterfly flitting and fluttering around, happy with himself and doing as he pleased. He didn't… — Zhuangzi Copy Share Image
“Once upon a time, Zhuang Zhou dreamed he was a butterfly, a butterfly flitting about happily, enjoying himself. He did not know that he… — Hanzi Freinacht Copy Share Image
“Two thousand three hundred years ago, the Chinese philosopher Chuang Tzu dreamt he was a butterfly. Upon waking, he considered this question: how would… — David Eagleman Copy Share Image
“Once upon a time, I, Chuang Tzu, dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I… — David Eagleman Copy Share Image
“A monk awoke from a dream that he was a butterfly, then wondered whether he was a butterfly dreaming he was a man.” — Barry Eisler Copy Share Image
A Chinaman of the T'ang Dynasty—and, by which definition, a philosopher—dreamed he was a butterfly, and from that moment he was never quite sure… — Tom Stoppard Copy Share Image
Once I dreamed I was a butterfly, and now I no longer know whether I am Chuang Tzu, who dreamed I was a butterfly,… — Zhuangzi Copy Share Image
“Once upon a time, I, Chuang Tzu, dreamt that i was a butterfly. flitting around and enjoying myself. I had no idea I was… — Zhuangzi Copy Share Image
Just when the caterpillar thought the world was over, He became a beautiful butterfly¥…... — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Written by the ancient Chinese philosopher of the same name, the 'Zhuangzi' is one long perplexing puzzle of a rambling collection of enigmatic short… — Patrick Stump Copy Share Image
“A butterfly is a caterpillar who never gave up on his dream to fly.” — Matshona Dhliwayo Copy Share Image
Sorrow and happiness are the heresies of virtue; joy and anger lead astray from TAO; love and hate cause loss of virtue. The heart unconscious of sorrow and happiness - that is perfect virtue. One, without change - that is perfect repose. Without any obstruction - that is the perfection of the unconditioned. Holding no relations with the external world,… — Zhuangzi Copy Share
The enlightened attention rejects nothing nor welcomes anything-like a mirror it responds equally to all. — Zhuangzi Copy Share Image
If a man is crossing the river and an empty boat collides with his skiff, even though he is a bad tempered man he will not become very angry. But if he sees a man in the other boat he will scream and shout and curse at the man to steer clear. If you can empty your own boat crossing… — Zhuangzi Copy Share
Calculate what man knows and it cannot compare to what he doesn't know. Calculate the time he is alive and it cannot compare to… — Zhuangzi Copy Share Image
Heaven cannot but be high. Earth cannot but be broad. The sun and moon cannot but revolve. All creation cannot but flourish. To do… — Zhuangzi Copy Share Image
If you wish to care for your body, first of all take care of material things, though even when you have all the things… — Zhuangzi Copy Share Image
As regards the quietude of the sage, he is not quiet because quietness is said to be good. He is quiet because the multitude of things cannot disturb his quietude. When water is still, one's beard and eyelashes are reflected in it. A skilled carpenter uses it in a level to obtain a measurement. If still water is so clear,… — Zhuangzi Copy Share
All existing things are really one. We regard those that are beautiful and rare as valuable, and those that are ugly as foul and… — Zhuangzi Copy Share Image
Now, when ordinary people attempt to find happiness, I am not sure whether the happiness is really happiness or not. I study what ordinary… — Zhuangzi Copy Share Image
Words exist because of meaning; once you’ve gotten the meaning, you can forget the words. — Zhuangzi Copy Share Image
Easy is right. Begin right and you are easy. Continue easy and you are right. The right way to go easy is to forget… — Zhuangzi Copy Share Image
Hence it demands the emptiness of all the faculties. And when the faculties are empty, then the whole being listens. There is then a… — Zhuangzi 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 the table, and put it on. I didn't bother to look at what it was because I didn't care, and it turned out to be Madame Butterfly. So I processed the aria from Madame Butterfly in… — Pauline Oliveros Copy Share
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 reversed and out of order, dogs barking from behind fences meant to keep out intruders. It's not the place that impoverishes me but I who bring my own sense of poverty, of loss, to the place.… — Marco Roth Copy Share
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
