Quotes About Butterfly

Yellow decided to risk for a butterfly. For courage she hung right beside the other cocoon and began to spin her own. 'Imagine, I didn't even know I could do this. That's some encouragement that i'mon the right track. If I have the stuff inside me to make cocoons—maybe the stuff of butterflies is there too.

gentleness and tenderness are born with love, and the young girl who cherishes within her breast a trembling and fragile ideal has mercy on the wing of a butterfly.

Papilio stomachus: fragile creatures, vulnerable to frost and betrayal.

He held a goddess in his mind as one might cup a butterfly in one's hands. Keeping it safe just long enough to set it free.

Love is like a butterfly: It goes where it pleases and it pleases wherever it goes.

The ancients did well when they typified the soul as a butterfly!

Lorenz saw it differently. Yes, you could change the weather. You could make it do something different from what it would otherwise have done. But if you did, then you would never know what it would otherwise have done. It would be like giving an extra shuffle to an already well-shuffled pack of cards. You know it will change your luck, but you don't know whether for better or worse.

Peace is a butterfly Flying flower to flowerWith a song in her heartBut a great love for the beautyWith a great purpose and duty.

Beauty is where the beheld butterfly disappears from sight.

This magnificent butterfly finds a little heap of dirt and sits still on it; but man will never on his heap of mud keep still.

An Oriental smile is not an affair of a swift moment. It has a birth and a beginning. It awakes--hesitates--grows, and at last from the sad chrysalis emerges the butterfly.

It doesn't matter. That's the point. It doesn't matter that my mother is my mother, or that things don't always work exactly the way you thought they should. Moments matter. I know that better than anyone, but I never let it apply to me. Not to me. People matter, how they feel, how they connect, who they are alone and together. All that matters, no matter how quickly the moment passes. Maybe because it passes. What matters is you're the blue butterfly.

Youth and age, she thought. Beginnings and endings, connections and constancy. And, love. She snapped the embrace, but that wasn't it. She snapped the glitter of tears, and still, no. Then Alison lowered her forehead to her grandmother's, and even as her lips curved, a single tear slid down her cheek while the dress glowed and glittered behind them. Perfect. The blue butterfly.

But I was thinking; feeling; living; those two lives that the two halves symbolized with the intensity, the muffled intensity, which a butterfly or moth feels when with its sticky tremulous legs and antennae it pushes out of the chrysalis and emerges and sits quivering beside the broken case for a moment; its wings still creased; its eyes dazzled, incapable of flight.

Come and be worshiped, come and be caressed, 270  My dark Vanessa, crimson-barred, my blest My Admirable butterfly! Explain How could you, in the gloam of Lilac Lane, Have let uncouth, hysterical John Shade Blubber your face, and ear, and shoulder blade?

It did not matter, it did not matter. Destroy and forget! But a butterfly in the Park, an orchid in a shop window, would revive everything with a dazzling inward shock of despair... When he could not sleep, as now often happened... he would walk up and down the open terrace, under a haze of stars, in severely restricted meditation, till the first tramcar jangled and screeched in the dawning abyss of the city.

My loathings are simple. stupidity, oppression, crime, cruelty, soft music. My pleasures are the most intense known to man: writing and butterfly hunting.

Just because I loves you– That's de reason why Ma soul is full of color Like de wings of a butterfly. Just because I loves you That's de reason why Ma heart's a fluttering aspen leaf When you pass by.

Of all the butterflies that chose to stay, I'm in love with the one that got away.

He has done this the way the fabled butterfly does it, as its wing-flapping sets off revolution.

May the wings of the butterfly kiss the sun And find your shoulder to light on, To bring you luck, happiness, and riches Today, tomorrow, and beyond.

poetry is flitting butterfly words leaving inky spots on fragile papery wings

All natural birth has a purpose and a plan; who would think of tearing open the chrysalis as the butterfly is emerging? Who would break the shell to pull the chick out?

The Butterfly Effect acquired a technical name: sensitive dependence on initial conditions.