Just when the caterpillar thought “I am incapable of moving,” it became a butterfly.

And I wonder if the caterpillar at the threshold of death ever knew that she would get metamorphosed into a butterfly that she could fly.

Children are caterpillars and adults are butterflies. No butterfly ever remembers what it felt like being a caterpillar.

A caterpillar who seeks to know himself would never become a butterfly

Just when the caterpillar thought her world was over, she became a butterfly.

Caterpillar dun' become butterfly-caterpillar die so butterfly can be. A new thing. We all must let ourselves die to be what we will be. But we cling to what we know.