The winter solstice has always been special to me as a barren darkness that gives birth to a verdant future beyond imagination, a time of pain and withdrawal that produces something joyfully inconceivable, like a monarch butterfly masterfully extracting itself from the confines of its cocoon, bursting forth into unexpected glory.
The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
True he was a vocal miracle But that's only secondary It's the soul of the monarch butterfly That I find a little bit scary
'Butterfly Mosque' came out of the emails I wrote to family and friends back home after moving to Egypt.
G. Willow Wilson
It's very tough for me to focus. I'm like: 'Look, something shiny! No, focus. Oh, there goes a butterfly!'
I have stolen ideas from every book I have ever read. My principle in researching a novel is 'Read like a butterfly, write like a bee', and if this story contains any honey, it is entirely because of the quality of the nectar I found in the work of better writers.
I wasn't a social butterfly at all.
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.
Now seen...now gone, The butterfly flits in and out Through fence-hung flowers; But a life lived so close to them I envy...though it's here and gone.
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?
Scientifically speaking, a butterfly is at least as mysterious as a superstring. When something ceases to be mysterious it ceases to be of absorbing interest to scientists. Almost all things scientists think and dream about are mysterious.
A writer arrived at the monastery to write a book about the Master. 'People say you are a genius. Are you?' he asked. 'You might say so.' said the Master, none too modestly. 'And what makes one a genius?' 'The ability to recognize.' 'Recognize what?' 'The butterfly in a caterpillar: the eagle in an egg; the saint in a selfish human being.'
Anthony de Mello