What the caterpillar calls the end of the world the master calls a butterfly. — Richard Bach
What the caterpillar calls the end of the world the master calls a butterfly. — Richard Bach
What the caterpillar calls the end of the world the master calls a butterfly. — Richard Bach
What the caterpillar calls the end of the world the master calls a butterfly. — Richard Bach
What the caterpillar calls the end of the world the master calls a butterfly. — Richard Bach
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What the caterpillar calls the end of the world the master calls a butterfly.

— Richard Bach
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More “Butterfly” Quotes

Keep up your faith to go high and fly, even after so many pains and sorrow. You can turn from a caterpillar to a butterf — Ana Claudia Antunes, The Tao of Physical and Spiritual
The struggle to leave the cocoon is what strengthens the butterfly’s wings so she can fly. I am about to become somethin — Tricia Stirling, When My Heart Was Wicked
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