Quotes About Butterfly

The metaphor of transformation deepens as we consider how a butterfly needs to struggle for its ability to fly. If the chrysalis is broken by someone in an attempt to help free the butterfly, its wings will be shriveled and immobile.

the user puts his feet together and the legs up making the form assume a butterfly-wing shape; thus the name, butterfly guard.

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There's a metaphor Vincent Eades likes to use: If you examine a butterfly according to the laws of aerodynamics, it shouldn't be able to fly. But the butterfly doesn't know that, so it flies.

You live only in the imagination of the one who created you, and have no past other than that. Your life is bright, fluttering dream, a butterfly against the sky, a spiralling petal falling down from a high branch, a falling snowflake approaching a hot coal. No more than this. You have never been alive.

You are doomed, all of you. What is the point of life, of so much suffering, for brief, butterfly moments of sweet intensity that are as fragile as their powdery wings?

I swearwe'd lose ourhearts ifthey weren'twith elasticand butterflypinclasped safelyin.

I remember the way his eyes pinned my body against the backdrop of Paris as if I was some rare butterfly pinned to an exhibit box.

She said it was because one day I was going to have to go through a metamorphosis like a caterpillar transforming into a butterfly and that scared me, so butterflies scared me.

He imagined the fervid hum of the city above them, the constant buzz and surge of business and activity, and Irene drifting through it like a single butterfly with a pack of wolves on her tail. The image lacked poetic balance, and he frowned. 'What chases butterflies?' he asked. Evariste glanced at him sidelong. 'What the hell does that have to do with anything?' he asked. Kai looked back in disdain. 'Poetic metaphor,' he said.

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

Is love just a butterfly? Love can tell us so many things about the deep waters of our inner self and the secrecy in the hidden brushwood of our emotions. ("Alpha and Omega")

Happiness is like a butterfly: the more you chase it, the more it will elude you, but if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder…

Happiness is like a butterfly; the more you chase it, the more it will elude you, but if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulders...

Can I drink more than one mai tai without taking on the aroma of an aroused butterly?

When I get hopeless about human life, which, to be frank, is far too difficult for me, I try to remember that in the desert there is a little butterfly that lives by drinking urine.

you're a butterfly and butterflies are free to fly, fly away, high away, bye-bye), and I follow her each day because you are not a butterfly as long as she exists. You are not free to fly, fly away because she is a dangerous fucking pervert, photographing you, coveting you. Is there anything sicker than photographing someone while she's sleeping?

The English word psyche, meaning "soul" or "mind," comes from the Greek word psyche, meaning butterfly.

Among the myrtles the mantids moved, lightly, carefully, swaying slightly, the quintessence of evil. They were lank and green, with chinless faces and monstrous globular eyes, frosty gold, with an expression of intense, predatory madness in them. The crooked arms, with their fringes of sharp teeth, would be raised in mock supplication to the insect world, so humble, so fervent, trembling slightly when a butterfly flew too close.

It requires a certain kind of mind to see beauty in a hamburger bun. Yet, is it any more unusual to find grace in the texture and softly curved silhouette of a bun than to reflect lovingly on ... the arrangement of textures and colors in a butterfly's wing?

And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.

She looked, and a scarlet butterfly flew away from her, away down the length of the tower, and then another, another, an unraveling scarf of butterflies like winged blood.

The butterfly jots a note on the wind to remind itself of something.

The subprime butterfly had flapped its wings and triggered a global hurricane.