#butterfly

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

I loved you too much to lose you twice. ↗

— 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'm Serena Williams on the court, but away I have so many different names. I call myself Butterfly. ↗

— Serena Williams

#butterfly #call #court #different #different names

Butterfly was certainly a vehicle for me, and if it died, it still would have served its purpose, in spades. We never expected it to give me the visibility it has given me. It was just a small thing as a vehicle, and suddenly the whole world knew about it. ↗

— Pia Zadora

#butterfly #certainly #died #expected #give

The reason we shot it was that the script was geared to Las Vegas and it was something commercial that we wanted to have in the can in case Butterfly was a success and we needed a follow-up. ↗

— Pia Zadora

#case #commercial #follow-up #geared #las

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

I wasn't a social butterfly at all. ↗

— Kate Bosworth

#i #social

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

Perfect love was that kind of love that made no sense but made everything else make sense somehow. It was raw and unscripted, turbulent and slightly unpredictable. ↗

— Laura Miller

#love #love