Quotes About Butterfly

That——that butterfly has got more of God in him than Jackson will ever see for the rest of eternity.

It was only a small step in logic to conclude that in our act of participation as an observer in the quantum world, we might also be an influencer, a creator.8 Did we not only stop the butterfly at a certain point in its flight, but also influence the path it will take – nudging it in a particular direction? A related quantum effect suggested by

We lean on Faith; and some less wise have cried, "Behold the butterfly, the see that's cast!" Vain hopes that fall like flowers before the blast! What man can look on Death unterrified?

No pressure, no diamonds. No pressure, no pearl. No pain, no gain. No cocoon, no beautiful butterfly. It's in the uncertain and dark and unclear and broken times that we learn who we really are and what we are capable of.

In Damascus: the traveler sings to himself: I return from Syria neither alive nor dead but as clouds that ease the butterfly's burden from my fugitive soul

May life suddenly open on the wing of a butterfly fluttering over a rhyme for those who do not care about meaning.

La lengua de la mariposa es una trompa enroscada como un muelle de reloj. Si hay una flor que la atrae, la desenrolla y la mete en el cáliz para chupar. Cuando lleváis el dedo humedecido a un tarro de azúcar, ¿a qué sentís ya el dulce en la boca como si la yema fuese la punta de la lengua? Pues así es la lengua de la mariposa.

La lengua de las mariposas es una tronca enroscada como un muelle de reloj. Si hay una flor que la atrae, la desenrolla y la mete en el cáliz para chupar. Cuando lleváis el dedo humedecido a un tarro de azúcar, ¿a qué sentís ya el dulce en la boca como si la yema fuese la punta de la lengua? Pues así es la lengua de la mariposa.

And then he kisses me. Yes, the beautiful vampire, the dark general, the one who never gets close to anyone, leans in and presses his lips against mine. This kiss is soft. Gentle. Light. Like a butterfly's wing whisking my lips.

Sweet freedom whispered in my ear, you're a butterfly, and butterflies are free to fly, fly away, high-away, bye-bye.

Love its like a butterfly, you hold it too tight it dies, hold it too loose it flies away. Just go easy on it.

You are my ground and you are my rainbow. You are my butterfly and you are my ecstasy. You are the start of my journeys and always my destination. You are my home - the place to which I always return.

Silence gradually spread its great, fragile butterfly wings across the ward. The sun had disappeared, replaced by grey and rain. This particular month of July was reading the script for March.

See how people smile when they see a butterfly? They can't help themselves. Butterflies are joy with wings.

Love is like a butterfly, it goes where it pleases and it pleases where it goes

is an intense butterfly, flitting from focus to focus and giving each his undivided attention. It's flattering when it's you. Not so charming when it isn't.

found in more parts of the world than any other butterfly. So painted ladies have many names, like "Cynthia of

We might have coupled In the bed-ridden monopoly of a moment Or broken flesh with one another At the profane communion table Where wine is spill'd on promiscuous lips We might have given birth to a butterfly With the daily-news Printed in blood on its wings

Love Songs (section III) - 1882-1966 We might have coupled In the bed-ridden monopoly of a moment Or broken flesh with one another At the profane communion table Where wine is spilled on promiscuous lips We might have given birth to a butterfly With the daily news Printed in blood on its wings.

1. Fly butterfly fly, wings have not fallen off their desires. 2. Pickupers Goldigers are poachers who kill the remnants of faith in love. Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

The two sides of the personality are like the wings of a butterfly with eyes in the form of a frightening disguise from misunderstanding.

The caterpillar achieves its full freedom and potential by transforming into a butterfly. This is the real beauty of change.

Happiness is a butterfly which when pursued is just out of grasp... But if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.

Happiness is a butterfly, which, when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.