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.

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.

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

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

Death to me is nothing but a caterpillar turning into a butterfly.