Butterfly Quotes by William Moulton Marston, Toni Morrison, Hilda Doolittle, Andre Rieu, Max Muller, Damian Lewis and many others.
Besides the practical knowledge which defeat offers, there are important personality profits to be taken. Defeat strips away false values and makes you realize what you really want. It stops you from chasing butterflies and puts you to work digging gold.
Every now and then she looked around for tangible evidence of his having ever been there. Where were the butterflies? the blueberries? the whistling reed? She could find nothing, for he had left nothing but his stunning absence.
The quivering
of Psyche’s butterflies.
of Psyche’s butterflies.
Other people might want a Ferrari, but I wanted a butterfly house. I built it together with a blacksmith. We designed it together.
Is it sin, which makes the worm a chrysalis, and the chrysalis a butterfly, and the butterfly dust?
You know what it’s like to feel anxious – it’s horrible feeling anxious. It’s stressful having that feeling, having butterflies in your stomach, even for a day, and you don’t sleep at night.
So we’ll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh at gilded butterflies.
Butterflies are self propelled flowers.
As with the butterfly, adversity is necessary to build character in people. As you overcome adversity in your life, you will become stronger.
People are like moths. First they are ugly and awkward, until they break out of their shell and become a beautiful butterfly.
I realized what Led Zeppelin was about around the end of our first U.S. tour. We started off not even on the bill in Denver, and by the time we got to New York we were second to Iron Butterfly, and they didn’t want to go on!
He is a male butterfly without the wings – the same kind of grace of a very young horse, so angular.
If in 1989 I said, ‘I have an idea: Bottle water and sell it. And charge more than a beer,’ they would have chased me around with a giant butterfly net. The same with paying to watch a television station.
The possibilities for immortality are endless. Here you sit reading these words, a butterfly resting on a flower!
I still get butterflies on the first tee. I still get sweaty hands, and my heart pumps a lot going down the 18th. But I know what winning is all about now, and that’s a feeling that I like.
I confess to being something of a philosophical butterfly. The world is full of so many interesting questions, and although my greatest passion is for some form of applied ethics, that leaves me with oodles of possibilities, many of which I have never had the time or opportunity to explore in great depth.
The butterflies I get are not if somebody boos me in the crowd, or somebody talks trash about me during the week, or somebody on ESPN rips me. It’s the pressure that I’m putting on myself.
When, within our souls and psyches we are made aware of a safe but insistent drum beat, repeated like butterfly wings in motion, we sense the message…that our inner self has begun its search for freedom.
I still get butterflies when I’m doing a runway show. The music starts, you’re wearing these gorgeous clothes and your nervous about your high heels, if your shoes are going to break, if your going to slip or do something wrong.
Although we have the potential to experience the freedom of a butterfly, we mysteriously prefer the small and fearful cocoon of ego.
I wasn’t a social butterfly at all.
If you look at Marriage of Figaro or Butterfly or Traviata, all of those elements are in there. I also have to have a very specific location in mind. The physical environment of where the opera takes place is very key – the “sound world.”
Butterflies are very interesting. Here these things are little grubs for a while. And then they go into a little coffin. There they are in a sarcophagus, and then they come out and dance with the angels.
Making something and sending it out into the world and then people not only responding to it but adopting it for their own and making a separate thing for it, that’s beautiful. It just shows you how much you can affect other people… the butterfly effect of everything you put out into the world.
My English teacher has no face. She has uncombed stringy hair that droops on her shoulders. The hair is black from her part to her ears and then neon orange to the frizzy ends. I can’t decide if she had pissed off her hairdresser or is morphing into a monarch butterfly. I call her Hairwoman.
Death is simply a shedding of the physical body, like the butterfly coming out of a cocoon. . . . It’s like putting away your winter coat when spring comes.
Copyright: Elisabeth Kubler-Ross Family Limited Partnership.
Copyright: Elisabeth Kubler-Ross Family Limited Partnership.
O you proud Christians, wretched souls and small,/ Who by the dim lights of your twisted minds/ Believe you prosper even as you fall,/ Can you not see that we are worms, each one/ Born to become the angelic butterfly/ That flies defenseless to the Judgement Throne?
Nando’s is my pre-match meal. I have the butterfly chicken, mash and coleslaw.
We go through these metamorphous just like a caterpillar does before becoming a butterfly and the middle of that metamorphosis it always feels uncomfortable.
My loathings are simple. stupidity, oppression, crime, cruelty, soft music. My pleasures are the most intense known to man: writing and butterfly hunting.
The only authority I respect is the one that causes butterflies to fly south in fall and north in springtime.
Watch the indolent butterfly playing on the tall flower in the yard and think about the sun going down. It always does you know.
I like to read books and be alone; I’m not social butterfly person. I’m sorry.
We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.
Poetry is an enumeration of birds, bees, babies, butterflies, bugs, bambinos, babayagas, and bipeds, beating their way up bewildering bastions.
I am a happy camper so I guess I’m doing something right. 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.
The things that really change the world, according to Chaos theory, are the tiny things. A butterfly flaps its wings in the Amazonian jungle, and subsequently a storm ravages half of Europe.
But these are flowers that fly and all but sing:
And now from having ridden out desire
They lie closed over in the wind and cling
Where wheels have freshly sliced the April mire.
And now from having ridden out desire
They lie closed over in the wind and cling
Where wheels have freshly sliced the April mire.
It is in being the caterpillar that you become the butterfly.
The world is ruled by butterflies adding to their weapon piles. Imagine what your taxes buy. We hardly ever try.
But on paper, things can live forever.
On paper, a butterfly
never dies.
On paper, a butterfly
never dies.
We are definitely living in the butterfly effect theory, where any change that is made in the past is going to have a very logical cause-and-effect ramification of the present.
Bees blew like cake-crumbs through the golden air, white butterflies like sugared wafers, and when it wasn’t raining a diamond dust took over which veiled and yet magnified all things
After his death the gardener does not become a butterfly, intoxicated by the perfumes of the flowers, but a garden worm tasting all the dark, nitrogenous, and spicy delights of the soil.
Folded in my arms you’re a butterfly in reverse you’re giving up your wings and inheriting my curse you’re letting go of me you’re letting go
Hapiness is as exclusive as a butterfly, and you must never pursue it. If you stay very still, it may come and settle on your hand. But only briefly. Savour those moments, for they will not come in your way very often.
I cry really easily. If I see a butterfly, I’ll practically burst into tears. So it’s really hard for me to yell at people, because I’ll feel so guilty about it. But if I don’t, then they don’t take me seriously and it’s this endless cycle.
Holding Eleanor’s hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive. As soon as he touched her, he wondered how he’d gone this long without doing it. He rubbed his thumb through her palm and up her fingers, and was aware of her every breath.
Pleasure’s a Moth, that sleeps by day And dances by false glare at night; But Joy’s a Butterfly, that loves To spread its wings in Nature’s light.
Read like a butterfly, write like a bee.
We lose our souls if we lose the experience of the forest, the butterflies, the song of the birds, if we can’t see the stars at night.
God changes caterpillars into butterflies, sand into pearls and coal into diamonds using time and pressure. He’s working on you, too.
Like the entomologist in search of colorful butterflies, my attention has chased in the gardens of the grey matter cells with delicate and elegant shapes, the mysterious butterflies of the soul, whose beating of wings may one day reveal to us the secrets of the mind.
Kind of like love before first sight.” and “Butterflies in your stomach. That was such a crappy metaphor. More like killer bees.
It was a completely new feeling for me–like someone had just released a million, tiny butterflies loose in my stomach, and they were feverishly flying up into my head and making me lose my mind.
Beautiful thoughts flit across the brain, like butterflies in the sun’s rays, and are as difficult to capture.
I can’t catch her by copying her, I can’t draw her with a borrowed stencil. She is all the things a lover should be and quite a few a lover should not. Pin her down? She’s not a butterfly. I’m not a wrestler. She’s not a target. I’m not a gun. Tell you what she is? She’s not Lot no. 27 and I’m not one to brag.
The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
I’m not like a social butterfly or anything, but I just miss seeing even my friends.
History is often the tale of small moments—chance encounters or casual decisions or sheer coincidence—that seem of little consequence at the time, but somehow fuse with other small moments to produce something momentous, the proverbial flapping of a butterfly’s wings that triggers a hurricane.
She seemed to melt against him in her terror, and he caught her in his arms, held her fast there, felt her lashes beat his cheek like netted butterflies.
Music is quicksilver, gossamer; careers are measured in butterfly lifetimes.
Throwing a knuckleball for a strike is like throwing a butterfly with hiccups across the street into your neighbor’s mailbox.
When he laughed in his throat, the butterfly laughed at me too. It’s obscene fluttering corrupted me into darkness.
I don’t really go out partying, but I’m definitely a social butterfly.
You know those adages about smelling the roses and chasing butterflies? The markets are my butterflies and my roses.
I love that feeling of being in love, the effect of having butterflies when you wake up in the morning. That is special.
Poems On Time The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough. Time is a wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth. Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.
My dad is a Chatty Cathy, the social butterfly; friendly; knows everybody in the whole world by six degrees; tells me that every performance is the greatest he’s ever seen, every new outfit is the coolest. Constant cheerleader.
For our people, butterflies are a symbol of hope. It’s said that if you capture one in your hands and whisper your dreams to it, it will carry them up to the heavens so that the wish can be granted.
One thought spectra are marvellous, but it is not possible to make progress there. Just as if you have the wing of a butterfly then certainly it is very regular with the colors and so on, but nobody thought one could get the basis of biology from the coloring of the wing of a butterfly.
I embrace emerging experience, I participate in discovery. I am a butterfly. I am not a butterfly collector. I want the experience of the butterfly.
Open your heart and mind like the wings of a butterfly. See then how high you CAN fly.
Symbolism and meaning are two separate things. I think she found the right words by bypassing procedures like meaning and logic. She captured words in a dream, like delicately catching hold of a butterfly’s wings as it flutters around. Artists are those who can evade the verbose.
We kill all the caterpillars, then complain there are no butterflies.
I jump out of planes, I could be covered in cockroaches, I do all sorts of things, but I just don’t like the feel of butterflies’ bodies.
I come from a place where breath, eyes, and memory are one, a place from which you carry your past like a hair on your head. Where women return to their children as butterflies or as tears in the eyes of the statues that their daughters pray to
The painter wanders and loiters contentedly from place to place, always on the lookout for some brilliant butterfly of a picture which can be caught and carried safely home.
But the individual butterfly or earthquake remains just the unique existence which it is. We forget in explaining its occurrence that it is only the occurrence that is explained, not the thing itself.
For years The National has been labeled as a gloomy kind of rock bandI think mostly because of Matt’s deep baritone voice, which even if he is singing about unicorns and butterflies, he just sounds sad most of the time.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly, For the Last Judgement draweth nigh.
Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing.
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.
I learned about the sacred art of self decoration with the monarch butterflies perched atop my head, lightning bugs as my night jewelry, and emerald-green frogs as bracelets.
If you’re dating a man who you think might be “Mr. Right,” if he a) got older, b) got a new job, or c) visited a psychiatrist, you are in for a nasty surprise. The cocoon-to-butterfly theory only works on cocoons and butterflies.
With drooping bells of clearest blue
Thou didst attract my childish view,
Almost resembling
The azure butterflies that flew
Where on the heath thy blossoms grew
So lightly trembling.
Thou didst attract my childish view,
Almost resembling
The azure butterflies that flew
Where on the heath thy blossoms grew
So lightly trembling.
A butterfly symbolized acceptance of each new phase in life. To keep faith as everything around you changed.
The most I can do is to acquaint you with the authority of your own psyche – to give you a trust in the nature of your being. For, if you trust what you are, you can never go wrong in whatever terms you use. You can fly through belief systems as a butterfly flies through back yards.
Once you let people know anything about what you think, that’s it, you’re dead. Then they’ll be jumping about in your mind, taking things out, holding them up to the light and killing them, yes, killing them, because thoughts are supposed to stay and grow in quiet, dark places, like butterflies in cocoons.
I get butterflies just like everyone else. So I meditate for at least ten minutes before I perform. I breathe in and out slowly for ten minutes, and that literally helps me slow my heart rate and relax.
But whichever form it took it brought with it, in those moments of bitter anguish, such a desperate surge of hope that it was almost untouchable, and flitted away like a golden butterfly into the bright blue sky – beautiful, unreachable and completely transistent.
Am I a human dreaming I am a butterfly or a butterfly dreaming I am a human?
Only one girl has ever really wrapped my stomach into pretzels. She didn’t give me butterflies. She gave me pterodactyls
I’m talking terrible internal bruising and the first time I kissed her was like the first time I saw fireworks, which was like the sky first kissing me in the eyeballs
I’m talking terrible internal bruising and the first time I kissed her was like the first time I saw fireworks, which was like the sky first kissing me in the eyeballs
It’s a business now. But you still have little butterflies in your stomach before every game.
A red brick Presbyterian church… captured by kudzu vines as surely as a butterfly in a net.
I could smell the curves of the river beyond the dusk and I saw the last light supine and tranquil upon tideflats like pieces of broken mirror, then beyond them lights began in the pale clear air, trembling a little like butterflies hovering a long way off.
If time and space, as sages say, Are things which cannot be, The sun which does not feel decay No greater is than we. So why, Love, should we ever pray To live a century? The butterfly that lives a day Has lived eternity.
Nature’s message was always there and for us to see. It was written on the wings of butterflies.
I meant to do my work today
But a brown bird sang in the apple tree
And a butterfly flitted across the field
And all the leaves were calling me.
But a brown bird sang in the apple tree
And a butterfly flitted across the field
And all the leaves were calling me.
When a small child… I thought that success spelled happiness. I was wrong.
I want to chase the butterflies.
Social entrepreneurship is like a butterfly, sucking honey from a flower, but the flower won’t die. They’re helping the flower to make pollination.
You can never have too much sky . You can fall asleep and wake up drunk on sky, and sky can keep you safe when you are sad. Here there is too much sadness and not enough sky. Butterflies too are few and so are flowers and most things that are beautiful. Still, we take what we can get and make the best of it.
This great purple butterfly,
In the prison of my hands,
Has a learning in his eye
Not a poor fool understands.
In the prison of my hands,
Has a learning in his eye
Not a poor fool understands.
It turns out that the distance from head to hand, from wafting butterfly to entomological specimen, is achieved through regular practice. What begins as something like a dream will in fact stay a dream forever unless you have the tools and the discipline to bring it out.
World, they have taken the small children like butterflies and thrown them, beating their wings, into the fire–
Words betrayed her: beautiful butterflies in her mind; dead moths when she opened her mouth for their release into the world.
…a butterfly is like the soul of a person, it dries out in captivity.
Snapshots, moments, mere seconds: as fragile and beautiful and hopeless as a single butterfly, flapping on against a gathering wind.
Without butterflies, the world would soon have few flowers. There is enough room in the sky for all flyers.
It’s so bizarre, I’m not scared of snakes or spiders. But I’m scared of butterflies. There is something eerie about them. Something weird!
Life is short. If you doubt me, ask a butterfly. Their average life span is a mere five to fourteen days.
A power of Butterfly must be – The Aptitude to fly Meadows of Majesty concedes And easy Sweeps of Sky –
Go on, hitch a ride on the back of a butterfly. There’s no better way to fly.
A lot of incredible rap albums over the past couple of decades have deserved Album of the Year. ‘To Pimp a Butterfly’ is an extension of those albums.
Suppose someone were to say: ‘Imagine this butterfly exactly as it is, but ugly instead of beautiful’?!
Art is the fatal net which catches these strange moments on the wing like mysterious butterflies, fleeing the innocence and distraction of common men.
You want to have butterflies in your stomach, because if you don’t, if you walk out onstage complacent, that’s not a good thing.
No lepidopterist’s collection in the entire world…full if iridescent wings, is worth the life of a single butterfly.
The butterfly, a cabbage-white, (His honest idiocy of flight) Will never now, it is too late, Master the art of flying straight.
Flies, worms, and flowers exceed me still.
My friends back home call me a warrior. In fact I’m a butterfly-faced warrior.
When I go onstage, every situation I have to play, I feel pain. When I sing ‘Madama Butterfly’ I feel completely everything she felt: It’s horrible.
I just woke up and found a large butterfly on me. When did that happen?
I will drop into your chest like a vegetal ambrosia. I will be the grain that regenerates the cruelly plowed furrow. Poetry will be born of our intimate union. A god we shall create together, and we shall soar heavenward like sunbeams, perfumes, butterflies, birds, and all winged things.
We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think it is forever.
17. Butterfly A butterfly fluttered its wings in a wind thick with the smell of seaweed. His dry lips felt the touch of the butterfly for the briefest instant, yet the wisp of wing dust still shone on his lips years later.
A Chinaman of the T’ang Dynasty—and, by which definition, a philosopher—dreamed he was a butterfly, and from that moment he was never quite sure that he was not a butterfly dreaming it was a Chinese philosopher. Envy him; in his two-fold security.
It’s only when caterpillarness is done that one becomes a butterfly. That again is part of this paradox. You cannot rip away caterpillarness. The whole trip occurs in an unfolding process of which we have no control.
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This is quotes copyright В© By Pumpkin Limited
Large flocks of butterflies, all kinds of happy insects, seem to be in a perfect fever of joy and sportive gladness.
After ages during which the earth produced harmless trilobites and butterflies, evolution progressed to the point at which it generated Neros, Genghis Khans, and Hitlers. This, however, is a passing nightmare; in time the earth will become again incapable of supporting life, and peace will return.
I am iron butterfly … / I am she/we / of flesh / and iron / and silk wings, / healing, flying / into a gentle blue sky.
A child her wayward pencil drew On margins of her book; Garlands of flower, dancing elves, Bud, butterfly, and brook, Lessons undone, and plum forgot, Seeking with hand and heart The teacher whom she learned to love Before she knew t’was Art.
It was the bumble bee and the butterfly who survived, not the dinosaur.
Outing someone is like ripping a butterfly from its cocoon. You can damage them for life and rob them of THEIR life changing experience of liberation. For a successful emergence THEY have to struggle through the cocoon of fear and shame. THEN they can fly.
Do you remember how you felt at seventeen? I do and I don’t (…) Imagine you came from outer space and someone showed you a butterfly and a caterpillar. Would you ever put the two of them together? That’s me and my memories.
I do not want [photography] explained to me in terms of… formulas, learned, but so hopelessly unsatisfying. I do not want my butterfly stuck on a pin and put in a glass case. I want to see the sunlight on its wings as it flits from flower to flower and I don’t care a rap what its Latin name may be.
How soft indeed the song of butterflies eating.
Feeling in love (or lust) and fear feel a lot alike. They both give you that anxious butterfly feeling in your stomach, a sense of excitement, and a general unease physically and mentally. It’s easy to confuse love with fear.
In my iPod, there are many operas, from A to Z. I have ‘Aida’ and ‘Boheme’ and ‘Butterfly’ and ‘Cavalleria’. My passion is for opera, but when I’m in the car, I listen to everything.
If you want to fly, you have to flap your own wings!
When we define the Photograph as a motionless image, this does not mean only that the figures it represents do not move; it means that they do not (i)emerge(i), do not (i)leave(i): they are anesthetized and fastened down, like butterflies.
I was kind of a loser at ballet school. It’s all rich kids, and I was not a wealthy kid. I didn’t have the Chanel butterfly clip everyone else did.
For a new year to bring you something new, make a move, like a butterfly tearing its cocoon! Make a move!
I’ve always loved butterflies, because they remind us that it’s never too late to transform ourselves.
Musical ideas sprang to my mind like a flight of butterflies, and all I had to do was to stretch out my hand to catch them
We make butterflies by feeding caterpillars, not by trying to paste wings on them. Kids need to like themselves the way they are, and we can help them develop a positive self-image.
The butterfly lures us not only because he is beautiful, but because he is transitory. The caterpillar is uglier, but in him we can regard the better joy of becoming.
I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen, of meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers that have been; Of yellow leaves and gossamer in autumns that there were, with morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair.
Nature is always lavish of her gifts even to the most insignificant forms. The butterflies and moths are richly dowered in this respect.
Poetry is the establishment of a metaphorical link between white butterfly-wings and the scraps of torn-up love-letters.
Archer reddened to the temples but dared not move or speak: it was as if her words had been some rare butterfly that the least motion might drive off on startled wings, but that might gather a flock if it were left undisturbed.
It’s dangerous to watch staggering butterflies. They have a plan but it has no meaning.
What good are you? What can you do? It has cost me a thousands of dollars to raise you, feed you, clothe you! Suppose I left you here on the street? Then what would you do?” “Catch butterflies
We liked to be known as the clever girls. When we decorated our hands with henna for holidays and weddings, we drew calculus and chemical formulae instead of flowers and butterflies.
There is no help for you outside of yourself; you are the creator of the universe. Like the silkworm you have built a cocoon around yourself…. Burst your own cocoon and come out as the beautiful butterfly, as the free soul. Then alone you will see Truth.
I began writing when I was still in the British Foreign Service, and it was then understood that even if you wrote about butterfly collecting, you used another name.
It seems strange that a butterfly’s wing should be woven up so thin and gauzy in the monstrous loom of nature, and be so delicately tipped with fire from such a gross hand, and rainbowed all over in such a storm of thunderous elements. The marvel is that such great forces do such nice work.
Success is not something you pursue.
What you pursue will elude you; it can be like trying to chase butterflies.
Success is something you attract by the person you become.
What you pursue will elude you; it can be like trying to chase butterflies.
Success is something you attract by the person you become.
Bottom trawling is a ghastly process that brings untold damage to sea beds that support ocean life. It’s akin to using a bulldozer to catch a butterfly, destroying a whole ecosystem for the sake of a few pounds of protein. We wouldn’t do this on land, so why do it in the oceans?
Braving obstacles and hardships is nobler than retreat to tranquility. The butterfly that hovers around the lamp until it dies is more admirable than the mole that lives in a dark tunnel.
For the butterfly, mating and propagation involve the sacrifice of life, for the human being, the sacrifice of beauty.
Worry never robs tomorrow of its sorrow, it only saps today of its joy.
Memory, even in the rest of us, is a shifting, fading, partial thing, a net that doesn’t catch all the fish by any means and sometimes catches butterflies that don’t exist.
Butterflies and zebras And moonbeams and fairy tales That’s all she ever thinks about Riding with the wind.
Voles-tu, mon petit papillon.” Illium laughed at Galen’s instruction to “fly, little butterfly
O beautiful white land,
olives and wild anemone and violet
mingled among the shale,
and purple wings
of little winter-butterflies
say, here Psyche, the soul, lies.
olives and wild anemone and violet
mingled among the shale,
and purple wings
of little winter-butterflies
say, here Psyche, the soul, lies.
Today… maybe I can take one step on that profoundly complex path to peace.
You cannot direspect the caterpillar and rave about the butterfly.
With Wings of the Butterfly, John Urbancik infuses his tale of shapeshifters, romance and pack rivalry with some unexpected and welcome surprises. Fluid prose, gore galore and all-too human characters make this unusual, fast-paced novella a must for fans who like their horror served blood-rare.
Flowers belong to Fairyland: the flowers and the birds and the butterflies are all that the world has kept of its golden age–the only perfectly beautiful things on earth–joyous, innocent, half divine–useless, say they who are wiser than God.
On those who overanalyze his music: When you tear the wings off a butterfly, it is no longer a butterfly
Is it possible to become friends with a butterfly?
And whether this happiness lasted a hundred seconds or ten minutes, it was so far removed from time that it resembled every other genuine happiness as completely as one fluttering blue lycaenid butterfly resembles another.
Some people collect butterflies – I love beetles.
Who when examining in the cabinet of the entomologist the gay and exotic butterflies, and singular cicadas, will associate with these lifeless objects, the ceaseless harsh music of the latter, and the lazy flight of the former – the sure accompaniments of the still, glowing noonday of the tropics.
She was the prettiest, silliest, most affected, husband-hunting butterfly ever.
The design of the notorious Palm Beach County “butterfly ballot” in the 2000 Presidential election is certainly one of them. But I would say most of the time this is less about a conscious attempt to manipulate an outcome, and more about pure ineptitude.
The film ‘The Diving Bell and the Butterfly,’ based the book of the same name, has a line that enlightens and comforts me. The protagonist, who has lost all ability to move except one eye, discusses his role as a father. He notes, ‘Even a fraction of a father is still a father.’
You can’t force inspiration. It’s like trying to catch a butterfly with a hoop but no net. If you keep your mind open and receptive, though, one day a butterfly will land on your finger.
My daughter, the Butterfly Girl, is 21 years old. She is not married. That third verse, in Butterfly Kisses, where I marry her off is only an “artists projection” to when she’s 85 and out of the convent!
Bees sip honey from flowers and hum their thanks when they leave. The gaudy butterfly is sure that the flowers owe thanks to him.
When I first played some Coltrane-type stuff on the ‘Pimp a Butterfly’ sessions, Kendrick got it immediately. ‘I want it to sound like it’s on fire,’ he’d say. That’s the kind of common ground that the best jazz and the best hip-hop have.
You always get nervous on stage because when you get up there, you want to do great. The crowd has you pumped up so there are always a little bit of butterflies. That’s all part of it. But as far as getting stage fright, clamming up there, not generally, I just enjoy it on stage and have a great time.
Getting into drag almost seemed like, not my destiny, but you know how a caterpillar is gonna become a butterfly no matter what? It felt very like that.
April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves…a butterfly Floats and balances
To Beatrice- My love flew like a butterfly Until death swooped down like a bat As the poet Emma Montana McElroy said: ‘That’s the end of that.
How passionately we love everything that cannot last: the dazzling crystallory of winter, the spring in bloom, the fragile flight of butterflies, crimson sunsets, a kiss, and life.
These days, you’d probably shoot it in the daylight and manipulate it in the post. That’s [how] most people would do it. [I did the same thing with] with ‘Diving Bell and the Butterfly’. No CGI. It’s all live photography. And I like that, it’s very challenging and exciting to be able to do that.
Mahavishnu’s drummer Billy Cobham was the best I’d ever heard. Not loud, that’s not the secret – powerful as hell when he wanted to be – but 90 per cent of the time, he was just dancing with the drums, you know? Just like a butterfly, all over them.
Marya pinned out her childhood like a butterfly. She considered it the way a mathematician considers an equation.
With the rose the butterfly’s deep in love,
A thousand times hovering round;
But round himself, all tender like gold,
The sun’s sweet ray is hovering found.
A thousand times hovering round;
But round himself, all tender like gold,
The sun’s sweet ray is hovering found.
I get a lot of butterflies at auditions because I get so scared. It’s scary because you’ve never met the people before. You have to meet them, and you have to hurry up and get to know them in five seconds. And then, you have to spill your emotions out to these strangers. It’s funny.
Butterflies and birds are like one perfect teaspoon of creation.
Like butterflies, we evolve; but as Beings of Light we continuously evolve when we are fully present.
Skip meeting him? The butterflies, the pounding heart, the blushing? The part where you enter each other’s magnetic fields for the first time, and it’s like invisble lines of energy are drawing you together-
Going into auditions, there is a wonderful butterfly feeling in your stomach – an equal balance of being utterly terrified and exhilarated that this is your chance.
Even the pictures I was doing at college – a little narrative based on a butterfly catcher, or a chimney sweep – the images were always telling stories. They were all scenarios and moods which I storyboarded and worked through – it’s exactly what I do now.
And when I was angry, when I was younger, I was in a cocoon. Now I’m a beautiful, black butterfly.
I was always super outgoing, loud, the social butterfly of my high school and elementary school.
There is no reason to assume that the universe has the slightest interest in intelligence—or even in life. Both may be random accidental by-products of its operations like the beautiful patterns on a butterfly’s wings. The insect would fly just as well without them.
Little girls, like butterflies, need no excuse.
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.
I have four or five ideas that just keep floating around and I want to kind of just let one – like a beautiful butterfly, let it land somewhere.
Scientifically speaking, a butterfly is at least as mysterious as a superstring. When something ceases to be mysterious it ceases to be of absorbing interest to scientists. Almost all things scientists think and dream about are mysterious.
Each one of us is like that butterfly the Butterfly Effect . And each tiny move toward a more positive mindset can send ripples of positivity through our organizations our families and our communities.
Some say it is best not to go near the center of time. Life is a vessel of sadness, but is noble to live life and without time there is no life. Others disagree. They would rather have an eternity of contentment, even if that eternity were fixed and frozen, like a butterfly mounted in a case.
Aquarius[es] are social butterflies, humanitarians, geniuses: Einstein was one.
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?
I mean, everything that is upon this earth, even from a worm or a caterpillar that blossoms into a butterfly, you know, these things are just amazing.
True beauty of dress consists in its simplicity . . . What do these devotees of fashion gain? Only the satisfaction of being admired, like a butterfly.
I’ve tried to incorporate new ways of playing the game. That’s why you hear people call me a ‘hybrid goalie’ and say I adjust to the situation, never doing the same thing over and over like a butterfly goalie. I try to see what works and hopefully with my talent I’m able to play it and make it happen.
There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it’s going to be a butterfly.
Satire or sense, alas! Can Sporus feel? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?
The butterfly does not look back upon its caterpillar self, either fondly or wistfully; it simply flies on.
and when all the wars are over, a butterfly will still be beautiful.
When a butterfly flutters its wings in one part of the world, it can eventually cause a hurricane in another.
Having done ‘M. Butterfly,’ I’m conscious of the choices women make with their clothes and makeup on screen.
The least thing upset him on the links. He missed short putts because of the uproar of the butterflies in the adjoining meadows.
Farewell,’ she said. ‘I hope you hear many more songs’ – which was the best way she could think of to say good-bye to a butterfly.
Oh! To be a butterfly Still, upon a flower, Winking with its painted wings, Happy in the hour.
Twentieth-century art has allowed me to see things in a cryptic way. I love the butterfly’s wings, which disappear when folded and when open leave this brilliant, intense pronouncement of nature, ‘Here I am.’
When a small child, I thought that success spelled happiness. I was wrong, happiness is like a butterfly which appears and delights us for one brief moment, but soon flits away.
Every time you go out there, you want to be a little nervous, have a little bit of butterflies in your stomach and get the juices flowing.
My education was paid for by the RAF Benevolent Fund, so a charity school, run like an orphanage, with uniforms and beatings. It was tough, but it got me to Cambridge – like being a chrysalis suddenly becoming a butterfly.
Life is not only full of sound and fury. It also has butterflies, flowers, art.
My favorite movie is ‘The Diving Bell and the Butterfly.’
We did that with people like Chris Rock, Woody Harrelson, and the environmentalist Julia Butterfly Hill.
I only ask to be free. The butterflies are free.
Life seeks life and loves life. The opening of a catkin of a willow, in the flight of the butterfly, in the chirping of a tree-toad or the sweep of an eagle – my life loves to see how others live, exults in their joy, and so far is partner in their great concern.
Fighting has taught me that the caterpillar takes a while to turn into a majestic butterfly.
A writer who has published as many books as I have has developed, of necessity, a hide like a rhino’s, while inside there dwells a frail, hopeful butterfly of a spirit.
As for butterflies, I can hardly conceive of one’s attending upon you; but to question the congruence of the complement is vain, if it exists.
I would say things like ‘I am the greatest! I’m pretty! If you talk jive, you’ll drop in five! I float like a butterfly, sting like a bee! I’m pretty!’ When white people heard me talking like this, some said, ‘That black man talks too much. He’s bragging.’
If that moment had been a real thing, it would’ve been a butterfly, flapping and fluttering toward the sun.
What’s a butterfly garden without butterflies?
Sweet freedom whispered in my ear, you’re a butterfly, and butterflies are free to fly, fly away, high-away, bye-bye.
“Aren’t you hungry?” he asked, distracted. “No.” I didn’t feel like mentioning that my stomach was already full – of butterflies.
Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop questioning.
The thing about Proust is his combination of the utmost sensibility with the utmost tenacity. He searches out these butterfly shades to the last grain. He is as tough as catgut and as evanescent as a butterfly’s bloom.
And wisdom is a butterfly
And not a gloomy bird of prey.
And not a gloomy bird of prey.
You can be betrayed in your sleep. The whole world can tilt while you’re dreaming of butterflies.
Immortality is a ridiculous illusion, an empty word, a butterfly net chasing the wind.
Of all the butterflies that chose to stay,
I’m in love with the one that got away.
I’m in love with the one that got away.
Hundreds of butterflies flitted in and out of sight like short-lived punctuation marks in a stream of consciousness without beginning or end.
If there is one creature that represents my essence, it’s butterflies.
Swimming is definitely a big passion that I have, but I was a champion for the butterfly and the free style and stuff. It was a hard decision if I wanted to move to the U.S. to get into music, but I was grateful that I had two choices and many things to do.
Demanding respect is like chasing a butterfly. Chase it, and you’ll never catch it. Sit still, and it may light on your shoulder.
I feel like the spirit of the butterfly transferred itself to me.
To all the broken-hearted and anyone feeling sad, may your hearts heal and may you feel happy in your lives.Flutter as the butterflies do.
We will all laugh at gilded butterflies.
‘Butterfly Mosque’ came out of the emails I wrote to family and friends back home after moving to Egypt.
She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl. We did not know what to make of her. In our minds we tried to pin her to a cork board like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew.
It’s OK to have butterflies. Just get them flying in formation.
If everyone is speaking caterpillar, don’t be afraid to speak butterfly. When it’s time to awaken, nothing else will suit you.
Well, what do you know,” Pham said. “Butterflies in jackboots.
Ever try to hold a butterfly? It can’t be done. You damage them,” he said. ‘As gentle as you try to be, you take the powder from their wings and they won’t ever fly the same. It’s kinder to let them go.
I’ve always felt kind of safe on stage, protected. I’ve talked to other performers about this and they feel the same things, particularly in the live arena. I never get nervous going on stage to do a play. Doing film or television I’ll have more butterflies.
I remember, with Kendrick on ‘To Pimp a Butterfly,’ I was in tears. I literally was because it had pulled me and pushed me and stretched me and crushed me and expanded me. It was like I didn’t know which way was up. By the end of it, I felt like I was floating in the ocean like a carcass.
Children are caterpillars and adults are butterflies. No butterfly ever remembers what it felt like being a caterpillar.
You are immortal; you exist for billions of years in different manifestations, because you are Life, and Life cannot die. You are in the trees, the butterflies, the fish, the air, the moon, the sun. Wherever you go, you are there, waiting for yourself.
If you have butterflies in your stomach ask them into your heart.
I saw a poet chase a butterfly in a meadow. He put his net on a bench where a boy sat reading a book. It’s a misfortune that it is usually the other way round.
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.
Once I read a story about a butterfly in the subway, and today, I saw one. It got on at 42nd, and off at 59th, where, I assume it was going to Bloomingdales to buy a hat that will turn out to be a mistake – as almost all hats are.
Except to heaven, she is nought; Except for angels, lone; Except to some wide-wandering bee, A flower superfluous blown; Except for winds, provincial; Except by butterflies, Unnoticed as a single dew That on the acre lies
You cannot use butterfly language to communicate with caterpillars
A caterpillar who seeks to know himself would never become a butterfly
Dark pictures, thrones, the stones that pilgrims kiss Poems that take a thousand years to die But ape the immortality of this Red label on a little butterfly .
It comes with being sixteen,” Mom said. “You teenagers, you go into a cocoon when you turn fifteen and don’t come out for years.” “So they become butterflies when they finally come out?” my little sister Christina asked. “No,” Mom said. “They’re still caterpillars, only now they’re big fat caterpillars that smell.
I will become a firefly and even in the day my glow will be seen in spite of the sun. Let others be as butterflies who preen their wings yet depend on the charity of a flower for life.
You’re saying that our souls and the stars and the wings of a butterfly are all somehow connected?
I felt a strange fluttering sensation in my chest. Butterflies, cardiac arrest . . . it was hard to say what exactly.
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.
Butterflies…flowers that fly and all but sing.
he sucked the nectar from her heart like a famished butterfly.
Adding wings to caterpillars does not create butterflies. It creates awkward and dysfunctional caterpillars. Butterflies are created through transformation.
Not quite birds, as they were not quite flowers, mysterious and fascinating as are all indeterminate creatures.
Forgettingis a beautiful thing. When you forget, you remake yourself. For a caterpillar to become a butterfly, it must forget it was a caterpillar at all. Then it will be as if the caterpillar never was & there was only ever a butterfly.
I was like the party kid. I was a social butterfly.
All the butterflies and cockyolybirds would fly past me.
I only ask to be free. The butterflies are free. Mankind will surely not deny to Harold Skimpole what it concedes to the butterflies.
As I began researching butterflies, however, the monarch stood out among all of them. It’s the only butterfly – the only insect – that migrates like a bird or a whale!
I never really got obsessed about one thing for long. I was a bit of a butterfly and a magpie.
I never think about any of my accomplishments and I always get butterflies in my stomach and I never get too comfortable with the status.
Be a child again. Flirt. Giggle. Dip your cookies in your milk. Take a nap. Say you’re sorry if you hurt someone. Chase a butterfly. Be a child again.
Once Zhuangzi dreamt he was a butterfly…
Whereas all humans have approximately the same life expectancy the life expectancy of stars varies as much as from that of a butterfly to that of an elephant.
Once a pallid Vestal Doubted truth in blue; Listed red in ruin, Harried every hue; Barricaded vision, Garbed herself in sighs; Ridiculed the birthmarks Of the butterflies.
Like a butterfly stuck in a chrysalis, waiting for the perfect moment, I was waiting for the day I could burst forth and fly away and find my home.
We are closer to the ants than to the butterflies. Very few people can endure much leisure.
Although the butterfly and the caterpillar are completely different, they are one and the same.
Self-realization is a strange term. You don’t actually realize your ‘self’. If anything, you go away. The caterpillar enters the cocoon of meditation: A butterfly emerges – metamorphosis.
Hurt no living thing: Ladybird, nor butterfly, Nor moth with dusty wing.
Gray sail against the sky, Gray butterfly! Have you a dream for going. Or are you the blind wind’s blowing?
Happiness is like a butterfly.
I’d be a butterfly; living a rover, Dying when fair things are fading away.
Why is a caterpillar wrapped in silk while it changes into a butterfly? So the other caterpillars can’t hear the screams. Change hurts
You’ve got to be like a butterfly and have a metamorphosis.
Ron: Why spiders? Why couldn’t it be “follow the butterflies?
In whose wonder do you get to participate today?
Everything that Mr Smallweed’s grandfather ever put away in his mind was a grub at first, and is a grub at last. In all his life he has never bred a single butterfly.
Tiny differences in input could quickly become overwhelming differences in output…. In weather, for example, this translates into what is only half-jokingly known as the Butter- fly Effect—the notion that a butterfly stirring the air today in Peking can transform storm systems next month in New York.
Butterflies are not insects,’ Captain John Sterling said soberly. ‘They are self-propelled flowers.
I never had come up with a really profound and strong gesture – nothing like Julia Butterfly’s. So I figured the best thing I could do was live by my beliefs. That’s probably the most profound thing that anybody can do.
Realize what you really want. It stops you from chasing butterflies and puts you to work digging gold.
The butterfly is a flying flower,
The flower a tethered butterfly.
The flower a tethered butterfly.
Life is chaotic and unpredictable. If a butterfly flaps its wings in one part of the world, it could cause people at the opposite end of the globe to watch a Discovery Channel special on butterflies
It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How
else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment?
else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment?
Butterflies doing strange things in very beautiful ways were in my mind when I sat down, but by the time my pen was uncapped my thoughts had shifted to rocks.
During that long terrible ride to Munich, I finally swallowed the bitter pill of my lover’s rejection and poisoned myself with it. I murdered the personality I was born with and transformed myself from a butterfly back in into a caterpillar. That night I learned to seek the shadows, to prefer silence
I said that I’m a fairy… and I prefer to dance and fly with the butterfly but they made me talk and walk – and I hate walking and talking.
I feel most sexy when I’m in love. My stomach flips. I get butterflies.
That author who draws a character, even though to common view incongruous in its parts, as the flying-squirrel, and, at differentperiods, as much at variance with itself as the caterpillar is with the butterfly into which it changes, may yet, in so doing, be not false but faithful to facts.
I get butterflies in my stomach before I perform. I love them! They let me know I’m ready to perform, that I’m ready to rock out on stage.
And over it all, the butterflies swarmed, like a million yellow-pettalled flowers dancing on swirling winds.
A butterfly flitting from flower to flower ever remains mine, I lose the one that is netted by me.
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. The hands can’t hit what the eyes can’t see.
In the year 2007, seals, otters, lions, turtles, frogs, apes, snakes, butterflies, polar bears, cheetahs, whales are disappearing along with their variously furnished homes: cloud forests, rain forests, ice pack, boreal forests, coral reefs, forests of deciduous trees, conifer and palm.
Ballet in the air… Twin butterflies until, twice white They Meet, they mate
I used to watch old clips of Muhammad Ali, where he’d be talking the jive during interviews, you know, ‘Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee, rumble, man, rumble.’
I didn’t want to learn the butterfly because it’s hard. I got it right away, but I didn’t want to do it.
There weren’t butterflies in my stomach, there were fire breathing dragons.
Know thyself. A maxim as pernicious as it is ugly. Whoever studies himself arrest his own development. A caterpillar who seeks to know himself would never become a butterfly.
I like – it’s not that I want to be someone different from me, but I suppose it partly is that. I love creating a character in a fantastical situation, like Dr. Frankenstein, like Leo Bloom, a little caterpillar who blossoms into a butterfly. I love that.
With cropping, a new integrity appears and winning abstractions flutter up like butterflies. You can afford to be critical, discriminating, innocent, open-minded, charmed, beguiled or bamboozled.
butterflies were wind energy made visible.
The music of this opera (Madame Butterfly) was dictated to me by God. I was merely instrumental in getting it on paper and communicating it to the public.
I’ve never been afraid of big moments. I get butterflies.. I get nervous and anxious, but I think those are all good signs that I’m ready for the moment.
I became the butterfly. I got out of the cocoon, and I flew.
You are my butterfly and refuse to set you free.
Some people are settling down, some people are settling and some people refuse to settle for anything less than butterflies.
I’m not a social butterfly.
I’m Serena Williams on the court, but away I have so many different names. I call myself Butterfly.
When works of art are presented like rare butterflies on the walls, they’re decontextualized. We admire their beauty, and I have nothing against that, per se. But there is more to art than that.
Now I’m floating like a butterfly
Stinging like a bee I earned my stripes
I went from zero, to my own hero
Stinging like a bee I earned my stripes
I went from zero, to my own hero
The trouble with most comedians who try to do satire is that they are essentially brash, noisy and indelicate people who have to use a sledge hammer to smash a butterfly.
‘M. Butterfly’ is usually the answer to the question, ‘What has been your favorite experience?’ The reason being, it is an astonishing play.
I don’t do the media because of ‘Woo-woo, Julia Butterfly,’ as I call it. I’m not into promoting me. I’m into talking about why I’ve done what I’ve done, why I continue to do this work and why other people should care.
Some things, when they change, never do return to the way they once were. Butterflies for instance, and women who’ve been in love with the wrong man too often.
I get terrible butterflies. Before I go onstage, I’ll have to freak out for five minutes. I scream. It seems to help!
The air is like a butterfly
With frail blue wings.
The happy earth looks at the sky
And sings.
With frail blue wings.
The happy earth looks at the sky
And sings.
Her little butterfly soul fluttered incessantly between memory and dubious expectation.
I did a butterfly show in Berlin, and we had a guy who’s an expert on butterflies; who bred them all and who looks after them all in the space.
Don’t go chasing after butterflies, when everything you want is right by your side.
The study of butterflies-creatures selected as the types of airiness and frivolity-instead of being despised, will some day be valued as one of the most important branches of Biological science.
I’m not just some butterfly for you to catch.
An experimental science is supposed to perform experiments that find generalities. It’s not just supposed to tally up a long list of individual cases and their unique life histories. That’s butterfly collecting.
Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.
I did great things in the theater. I did some nice roles, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly or La Vie en Rose. And I love my role in Frantic.
We gon’ float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. AH! Rumble, young man rumble! AH!
There is a tiny yellow daffodil, The butterfly can see it from afar, Although one summer evening’s dew could fill Its little cup twice over, ere the star Had called the lazy shepherd to his fold, And be no prodigal.
Never touch a butterfly’s wing with your finger.
They say I’m famous for my chip shots. Sure, when I hit ’em right, they land just so, like a butterfly with sore feet.
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds – November!
To a new generation of butterflies, hopefully less stupid than last. Maybe they were burgeoning even now in fat little cocoons. Or maybe not.
It’s OK to get butterfly in your stomach; the key is to learn how to make them fly in formation.
My parents have been incredibly supportive of me. They’ve always stood by me, whatever my decisions. When I was younger, I was like a butterfly flitting from one thing to the next – be it gymnastics, karate or piano lessons. They never forced me into anything.
I hear the mad song of a little bird and crush butterflies between my fingers.
Transformation of any kind always exacts a holy tussle. The newborn butterfly struggles to open its wings so it can conjure up the strength to fly. So, too, with artists, inventors, mystics, and entrepreneurs.
I still get butterflies. It’s because there’s a certain level of responsibility you carry when doing a concert. You’ve got to sound at least as good as the record.
Who are you, gaijin? What do you know about honor?’ ‘I’m called Chocho,’ Will said… ‘Chocho?’ Arisaka shouted, goaded beyond control. ‘Butterfly? Then die, Butterfly!
A million butterflies rose up from South America, All together, and flew in a gold storm toward Spain.
Fractal litigation, whereby the flapping of a butterfly’s wings on one side of the world resulted in a massive compensation claim on the other.
I read Butterfly’s Child in one day, totally hooked. It is a captivating novel of love, guilt, sin, justice—and how all these things are, in time, transformed surprisingly and inevitably.
When it comes to religion today, we tend to be long on butterflies and short on cocoons. Somehow we’re going to have to relearn that the deep things of God don’t come suddenly.
I just think about what I am doing on my side of the net, which requires focus. Even after all the years I’ve been playing, I still get butterflies before each match.
