What is a butterfly? At best He's but a caterpiller drest. The gaudy Fop's his picture just.
And this was why falling for the butterflies was never a good idea. I didn't feel all bubbly and excited now. I felt cold and broken and empty.
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.
I never really got obsessed about one thing for long. I was a bit of a butterfly and a magpie.
If the butterfly wings its way to the sweet light that attracts it, it's only because it doesn't know that the fire can consume it.
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.
Without butterflies, the world would soon have few flowers. There is enough room in the sky for all flyers.
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.
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.
No one's place in this world is guaranteed. Not everyone is going to get a happy ending. But life isn't about how it ends. It's about the moments between. It's about the small things. The way our loved ones laugh. The sight of a butterfly in the sunlight after a year or two in the darkness. The love and support of an old friend. They might not be with us in body, but they are with us in spirit. . . . Because every day, on this planet, people are born and people die and stranger things happen. (Armintrout, All Souls' Night, 367)
Large flocks of butterflies, all kinds of happy insects, seem to be in a perfect fever of joy and sportive gladness.
I'd be a butterfly; living a rover, Dying when fair things are fading away.
When he laughed in his throat, the butterfly laughed at me too. It's obscene fluttering corrupted me into darkness.
World, they have taken the small children like butterflies and thrown them, beating their wings, into the fire--
I felt a strange fluttering sensation in my chest. Butterflies, cardiac arrest. . . it was hard to say what exactly.
Not quite birds, as they were not quite flowers, mysterious and fascinating as are all indeterminate creatures.
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.
Why is a caterpillar wrapped in silk while it changes into a butterfly? So the other caterpillars can't hear the screams. Change hurts
The creative life of the commercial photographer is like the life of a butterfly. Very seldom do we see a photographer who is really productive for more than eight or ten years.
My family didn't go to church. Once when I slept over at the house of a friend, her parents brought me to Sunday school with her. I was given this little pamphlet of tiny poems about the natural world, about butterflies and sunsets. My 7-year-old self was so astounded by how these few words were creating pictures and feelings in me.
