Butterflies are not insects,' Captain John Sterling said soberly. 'They are self-propelled flowers. — Robert A. Heinlein Copy Share Image
I just woke up and found a large butterfly on me. When did that happen? — Harry Styles Copy Share Image
You can be betrayed in your sleep. The whole world can tilt while you're dreaming of butterflies. — Alice Hoffman Copy Share Image
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds - November! — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
Large flocks of butterflies, all kinds of happy insects, seem to be in a perfect fever of joy and sportive gladness. — John Muir Copy Share Image
Happiness is like a Butterfly. You run After it, It keeps flying away but, If you stand still It comes and sit… — Azgraybebly Joslan Copy Share Image
Self-realization is a strange term. You don't actually realize your 'self'. If anything, you go away. The caterpillar enters the cocoon of… — Frederick Lenz Copy Share Image
Hundreds of butterflies flitted in and out of sight like short-lived punctuation marks in a stream of consciousness without beginning or end. — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
Be a child again. Flirt. Giggle. Dip your cookies in your milk. Take a nap. Say you're sorry if you hurt someone.… — Max Lucado Copy Share Image
The only time I had any butterflies was when I stood up and backed toward the open door and looked down. — George H. W. Bush Copy Share Image
She loved him because he had brought her back to life. She had been like a caterpillar in a cocoon, and he… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
I dreamed I was a butterfly, flitting around in the sky; then I awoke. Now I wonder: Am I a man who… — Zhuangzi Copy Share Image
The winter solstice has always been special to me as a barren darkness that gives birth to a verdant future beyond imagination,… — Gary Zukav Copy Share Image
I get butterflies just like everyone else. So I meditate for at least ten minutes before I perform. I breathe in and… — Matthew Moy Copy Share Image
The whole time I was hoping my silence would fit yours and exclamation marks would gently float across time and space so… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
Only one girl has ever really wrapped my stomach into pretzels. She didn’t give me butterflies. She gave me pterodactyls I’m talking… — George Watsky Copy Share Image
“They open their wings, flash patterns and color, fly from flower toflower. I, with the dark brittles and many feet of the… — Nina Kiriki Hoffman Copy Share Image
I realized what Led Zeppelin was about around the end of our first U.S. tour. We started off not even on the… — Robert Plant Copy Share Image
The reason I keep acting is that it fuels some kind of passion in me, but the day that those butterflies stop,… — Shailene Woodley Copy Share Image
(Ravic speaking of a butterfly caught in the Louvre) In the morning it would search for flowers and life and the light… — Erich Maria Remarque Copy Share Image
Race is the great taboo in our society. We are afraid to talk about it. White folks fear their unspoken views will… — Eva Paterson Copy Share Image
“Look, Clara,” I say enthusiastically and raise my hand to show my lover the beautiful butterfly couple, but then I realize that… — Jutta Swietlinski Copy Share Image
“Was it just that? She was to be content to weave a steady life with him, all one fabric, but perhaps brocaded… — D.H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
This one isn’t just any old horse. There’s a nobility in his eye, a regal serenity about him. Does he not personify… — Michael Morpurgo Copy Share Image
“They come from Mobile. Aiken. From Newport News. From Marietta. From Meridian. And the sounds of these places in their mouths make… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
Once there was a gypsy queen who wore on her wrist a chain of six lucky charms - a golden crown, a… — Kate Forsyth Copy Share Image
Crawling at your feet,' said the Gnat (Alice drew her feet back in some alarm), 'you may observe a Bread-and-Butterfly. Its wings… — Lewis Carroll Copy Share Image
The morning woods were utterly new. A strong yellow light pooled beneath the trees; my shadow appeared and vanished on the path,… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
