Butterfly Quote by Hilda Doolittle Download Open image “The quivering of Psyche's butterflies.” — Hilda Doolittle ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.6 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare Butterfly Dancer Dancing
The poetic image is a sudden salience on the surface of the psyche — Gaston Bachelard Copy Share Image
“You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry.” — Melody Lee Copy Share Image
“The word psyche means two things in Greek, his aunt said. Two very different but interesting things. Butterfly and soul. But when you stop… — Paul Auster Copy Share Image
“The butterflies are going crazy, reacting a thousand times more violently than they ever will again. They're fluttering up and up, and now they're… — Amy Zhang Copy Share Image
“The butterfly's wing beat of love can engender a mystical attraction in the neural meanders of our mind and generate emotional torments with a… — Erik Pevernagie Copy Share Image
“A flock of butterflies riots in my stomach and steals my breath.” — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
“I used to have a fascination with butterflies. They brought so much color into such a short life. They fluttered about free and brought… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“I look over at the man in question and just the sight of him gives me butterflies. No, not butterflies. Butterflies don’t quite do… — Devon Herrera Copy Share Image
“We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think it is forever. What” — Carl Sagan Copy Share Image
“Of which those butterflies Of Earth, who seek the skies, And so come down again (Never-contented things!)” — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“Sheltered Garden" I have had enough. I gasp for breath. Every way ends, every road, every foot-path leads at last to the hill-crest-- then… — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
That way of inspiration is always open, and open to everyone; it acts as go-between, interpreter, it explains symbols of the past in to-day's… — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
Could beauty be beaten out, O youth the cities have sent to strike at each other's strength, it is you who have kept her… — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
The Christos-image is most difficult to disentangle from its art-craft junk-shop paint-and-plaster medieval jumble of pain-worship and death-symbol. — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
When you would think, "what was the use of it," you'll remember something you can't grasp and you'll wonder what it was. — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
Thoth, Hermes, the stylus, the palette, the pen, the quill endure, though our books are a floor of smouldering ash under our feet. — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
My eye-balls are glass, my limbs marble, my face fixed in its marble mask. — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
The things I have are nameless, old and true; they may not be named; few may live and know. — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
Soft are the hands of Love, but what soft hands clutched at the thorny ground, scratched like a small white ferret or foraging whippet… — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
The elixir of life, the philosopher's stone is yours if you surrender sterile logic, trivial reason. — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
Until it seems the whole city will be covered with gold pollen shaken from the bell-towers, lilies plundered with the weight of massive bees . . . — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
Alas, day, you brought light, You trailed splendour You showed us god: I salute you, most precious one, But I go to a new… — Hilda Doolittle 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
