Crush Quote by Anonymous Download Open image “I went from butterflies fluttering in my stomach, to bees stinging my heart.” — Anonymous ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.8 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare Crush Falling in love Falling out of love Heartbreak
It went from butterflies fluttering in my stomach to bees stinging in my heart. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Butterflies in your stomach. That was such a crappy metaphor, more like killer bees. -pg 6 — Beautiful Creatures (the Book) By Kami Garcia Copy Share Image
“Butterflies in your stomach. That was such a crappy metaphor. More like killer bees.” — Kami Garcia 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
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… — Lindsey Kelk Copy Share Image
At night I would lie in bed and watch the show, how bees squeezed through the cracks of my bedroom wall and flew circles… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
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… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I felt a strange fluttering sensation in my chest. Butterflies, cardiac arrest . . . it was hard to say what exactly. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Butterflies doing strange things in very beautiful ways were in my mind when I sat down, but by the time my pen was uncapped… — William Beebe Copy Share Image
And a tear rolled down her cheek, as she said goodbye; because she's walking away, and she's never looking back — Anonymous Copy Share Image
You'll seldom experience regret for anything that you've done. It is what you haven't done that will torment you. The message, therefore, is clear.… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Scrabble - The game is available in Braille. That’s a nice fact. This makes me feel better about humanity for some reason. I can’t really explain why. — Anonymous Copy Share
“THIS tale of my sore-troubled life I write, To thank the God of nature, who conveyed My soul to me, and with such care… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Put on my J's and dance the whole night away Im naughty by nature like Im hip-hop hooray With my hands in the sky,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Me.. I have been through a lot, but I still manage to have a smile on my face. Im not worried about the past… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The only person I've ever purposely caused pain here is myself...By simply sharing, caring too much. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Mortals are such fragile things. Just tender feelings walking around exposed in their delicate shells...Easy to crush. — Melissa Marr Copy Share Image
Each child’s story is worthy of telling. There shouldn’t be a sliding scale of death. The weight of it is crushing. — Anderson Cooper Copy Share Image
I had to smile when stories emerged questioning whether I was gay. Obviously I knew I wasn't but people were curiously desperate to suggest… — Daniel Radcliffe Copy Share Image
I already know that u know that I like u, the question is Wat r u going to do with that information. — Nishan Panwar Copy Share Image
“My mom believed that you make your own luck. Over the stove she had hung these old, maroon painted letters that spell out, “MANIFEST.” The idea being if you thought and dreamed about the way you wanted your life to be -- if you just envisioned it long enough, it would come into being. But as hard as I had… — Emmy Laybourne Copy Share
I'm very disturbed to find out that the leader of the Townies has a soul and I'm beginning to develop a bit of a… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
My dream would be to hear rocks at my window n to look out and see u just standing there, in the pouring rain. — Blondie Copy Share Image
Tireless passion, fierce jealousy, longing to possess and crush-these alone were left of all his love for Rosalind; these remained to him as payment… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
He sank into the rocking chair, the same one in which Rebecca had sat during the early days of the house to give embroidery lessons, and in which Amaranta had played Chinese checkers with Colonel Gerineldo Marquez, and in which Amarana Ursula had sewn the tiny clothing for the child, and in that flash of lucidity he became aware that… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share
...It's an unmeetable level of writing. But even if it's something I feel like I can't ever attain, it doesn't crush my spirit. I… — Paul Banks Copy Share Image
Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity, or registering wrongs. With this creed, revenge never worries my heart, degradation… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
