Butterfly Quote by Ellen Hopkins Download Open image “he sucked the nectar from her heart like a famished butterfly.” — Ellen Hopkins ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.2 out of 5 (5 ratings) Copy quoteShare Butterfly Heart Nectar
She loved him because he had brought her back to life. She had been like a caterpillar in a cocoon, and he had drawn… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
He loved her for being so beautiful, and he hated her for it. He loved how she put shiny stuff on her lips for… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
He dipped her low and kissed her fiercely, as if he were angry, and each time his lips left hers, even just for half… — Lauren Kate Copy Share Image
He kissed her as though he were starved for her. Like he'd been held away from her and had finally broken free. It was… — Maya Banks Copy Share Image
“She was like a butterfly whose wings would crumple if he touched her.” — Joss Stirling Copy Share Image
“He poisoned her with affection and compassion, and he taught her what it meant to play again. He gave her hope and tore down her past, all with a fierce laugh in those remarkable eyes. He had already taken her soul on an impossible moonlit flight. She might as well give him her shredded, useless heart too, since she hadn’t… — Thea Harrison Copy Share
“He captured her wrists and pinned them to the tree before covering her mouth with his. This was no gentle kiss, but one filled… — M.J. Fredrick Copy Share Image
His words were still clear in her mind from that first meeting. "Whoever eats this will love you." She looked into the mirror, at… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“After a few brief simple moments, he found her neck, kissing the nape as if it were a peach, grazing her skin barely, causing… — Keira D. Skye Copy Share Image
She cried out into his kiss, her hands clawing his shoulders, adrift now in a pleasure that threatened to consume her. In her sexual… — Lora Leigh Copy Share Image
He had her in his arms, her face like a wet flower at his lips, and all their vain terrors shriveling up like ghosts… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“I've been alone since my mom met Scott. He sucked the nectar from her heart like a famished butterfly. No nurture, no nourishment left… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
I wonder how long it would take him to realize I'm right as sin - it's the rest of the world that's wrong. I'm… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Do you know how beautiful you are?' I shook my head 'I'm not. But you make me fell like I am.' I wanted to… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
That's what I'll be. A silhouette, rarely seen, and yet believed in. — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
One foot in front of the other, counting tiles on the floor so I don't have to focus the blur of painted smiles, fake… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
...life is all about chances. You might be safer not taking any. But playing it totally safe means you're only existing. Not living. I… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
The truth is, I don't have a real clue what love is - how to find it, how to give it. Once upon a… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
But death doesn't scare me. To know exactly when I might expect it, up close and in my face, would actually be a comfort.… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
So You Want to Know All about her. Who she really is. (Was?) Why she swerved off the high road. Hard left to nowhere,… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
“I don’t belong here. I know that. But I don’t belong anywhere else, either. And that is at the heart of the black depression… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Six months since we met up again we are inseparable, an intricate weave. No longer do I believe this is a temporary fling. More… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
The beginning of love is all about the butterflies, but the end of it is when you can't get out of bed in the… — Taylor Swift Copy Share Image
One day I decided I would like to put a record into my system. So I picked up a record that was lying on… — Pauline Oliveros Copy Share Image
A room full of words that are nearly the truth but not quite, each note fluttering off the steam of its rose like a… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“Story is a butterfly whose wings transport us to another world where we receive gifts that change who we are and who we want… — Harley King Copy Share Image
Do you remember how you felt at seventeen? I do and I don't (...) Imagine you came from outer space and someone showed you… — Douglas Coupland Copy Share Image
Kill not the moth nor butterfly, For the Last Judgement draweth nigh. — William Blake Copy Share Image
Farewell,' she said. 'I hope you hear many more songs' - which was the best way she could think of to say good-bye to… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
Know thyself. A maxim as pernicious as it is ugly. Whoever studies himself arrest his own development. A caterpillar who seeks to know himself… — Andre Gide Copy Share Image
When, within our souls and psyches we are made aware of a safe but insistent drum beat, repeated like butterfly wings in motion, we… — Mary Meeker Copy Share Image
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… — Karch Kiraly Copy Share Image
My loneliness...still comes over me sometimes...It's a liminal, lost sensation of having wandered wide, endless boulevards, among rows of orange trees, winter butterflies, seasons… — Marco Roth Copy Share Image
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… — Michael Buffer Copy Share Image
