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!
The dog wags its tail only at living things. A tail wag, the equivalent of a human smile, is bestowed upon people, dogs , cats, squirrels, even mice and butterflies. - but no lifeless things. A dog won't wag its tail to its dinner or to a bed, card, stick, or even a bone.
Without butterflies, the world would soon have few flowers. There is enough room in the sky for all flyers.
Gray sail against the sky, Gray butterfly! Have you a dream for going. Or are you the blind wind's blowing?
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.
"Aren't you hungry?" he asked, distracted. "No. " I didn't feel like mentioning that my stomach was already full - of butterflies.
Butterflies are but flowers that blew away one sunny day when Nature was feeling at her most inventive and fertile.
The only time I had any butterflies was when I stood up and backed toward the open door and looked down.
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.
To describe women, the pen should be dipped in the humid colors of the rainbow, and the paper dried with the dust gathered from the wings of a butterfly.
The consciousness and life force do what they want. . . one minute they put energy to repairing the damaged wing of a butterfly and the next minute they send a whole town crushing with tremendous force. . . who can work it out?
A butterfly symbolized acceptance of each new phase in life. To keep faith as everything around you changed.
You can be betrayed in your sleep. The whole world can tilt while you're dreaming of butterflies.
The biggest disease today is not leprosy or tuberculosis, but rather the feeling of being unwanted.
Kind of like love before first sight. ” and “Butterflies in your stomach. That was such a crappy metaphor. More like killer bees.
Once Chuang Chou dreamt he was a butterfly, a butterfly flitting and fluttering around, happy with himself and doing as he pleased. He didn't know he was Chuang Chou. Suddenly he woke up and there he was, solid and unmistakeable Chuang Chou. But he didn't know if he was Chuang Chou who had dreamt he was a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming he was Chuang Chou.
You cannot direspect the caterpillar and rave about the butterfly.
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.
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.
It is all too common for caterpillars to become butterflies and then to maintain that in their youth they had been little butterflies. Maturation makes liars of us all.