Quotes About Butterfly

Related to fertility, the bat was known in Zapotec as bigidiri zinnia—flesh butterfly (mariposa de carne)—and was a benign god.

It's hard to know whether to laugh or to cry at the human predicament. Here we are with so much wisdom and tenderness, and—without even knowing it—we cover it over to protect ourselves from insecurity. Although we have the potential to experience the freedom of a butterfly, we mysteriously prefer the small and fearful cocoon of ego.

The butterfly, a cabbage-white, (His honest idiocy of flight) Will never now, it is too late, Master the art of flying straight.

Así, por obra del azar, soy y miro. Una mariposa blanca aletea en el aire con alas que sólo a ella pertenecen, y una sombra sobrevuela mi mano, la suya, no otra, no de cualquiera. Ante hechos semejantes me abandona la certeza de que lo importante es más importante que lo que no importa.

A chinese philosopher once had a dream that he was a butterfly. From that day on, he was never quite certain that he was not a butterfly, dreaming that he was a man.

and as streams of light fan out behind the darkened sun like the wings of a butterfly, i realize that i never saw true beauty until now.

Os loucos são felizes, basta ver como se riem das coisas mais estúpidas que se possa imaginar. Riem felizes do voo de uma borboleta.

the law of sensitive dependence on initial conditions means that a slight variation over time can produce a major change in outcome, "much as a ship whose bearing is one degree off compass will eventually find itself hundreds of miles off course.

Happiness is like a butterfly, the more you chase it, the more it will evade you. But if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and softly rest on your shoulder.

The mind flies out to objects of its love And finds impenetrable forms and shapes That you can formulate when you pin down Each butterfly of thought upon your board. from "Letter to an Imaginary Brazil

Sensitive dependence on initial conditions; one word, one act, can change the world. Well they named it chaos theory.

How could it be late, when you're the sunrise? There's no morning sky or lark-song before you appear. No butterfly would dare unfold its wings. The day waits on you, my heart, just as the harvest waits the reaper.

Oneness is not a metaphysical idea but something so simple and ordinary. It is in every breath, in the wing-beat of every butterfly, in every piece of garbage left in the city streets. This oneness is life, life no longer experienced solely through the fragmented vision of the ego, but known within the heart, felt in the soul. This oneness is the heartbeat of life. It is creation's recognition of it's Creator. In this oneness life celebrates itself and its divine origin.

Nature was one of the key forces that brought me back to God, for I wanted to know the Artist responsible for beauty such as I saw on grand scale in photos from space telescopes or on minute scale such as in the intricate designs on a butterfly wing.

Nature teaches me nothing about Incarnation or the Victorious Christian Life. It does, though, awaken my desire to meet whoever is responsible for the monarch butterfly.

I did not seek love with Thomas, but I did not resist it. And now I am trapped in desire like a butterfly with its feet in honey, and the more I struggle, the deeper I sink.

butterfly flyin' after dark is an omen, means your death is maybe comin' soon. Don't look at me like that, smart ass. I never stepped on no eggshells.

Hello," I said softly, one hand over the butterfly wings that beat inside me.

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.

To write, for example, a crime that is horrible but which somehow 'resembles' the butterfly, which would be light and fine like the butterfly. I could also describe the butterfly, but bearing in mind the horrible scene of a crime, so that the butterfly would become something frightful.

Gray sail against the sky, Gray butterfly! Have you a dream for going. Or are you the blind wind's blowing?

Books like Munro's are so deeply personal and idiosyncratic that it feels like a violation to subject them to the crude business of committee meetings and PR releases; you might as well storm a butterfly den with a klieg light.

No expectations, no prejudgment. Like a butterfly flies from it's cocoon into a fresh new beginning, don't let your past be your tour guide.

She nailed it to the wall with her well-aimed dart, like a butterfly with no will whose sentence has always been written.