Butterfly Quote by Thomas Haynes Bayly Download Open image “I'd be a butterfly; living a rover, Dying when fair things are fading away.” — Thomas Haynes Bayly ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.3 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare Butterfly Death Dying Fading Fading away Fairs Life
Someday I will be a beautiful butterfly, and then everything will be better. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Butterfly was certainly a vehicle for me, and if it died, it still would have served its purpose, in spades. We never expected it… — Pia Zadora Copy Share Image
“What would it be like to live as a butterfly, being admired by the world for your color and beauty and grace? What would… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
I would like to live. . . open to time and death painlessly, noticing everything, remembering nothing, choosing the given with a fierce and pointed will. — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
Your life might be a caterpillar, but no one said it won't turn into Butterfly — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Is there anything you would die for then lose? .. Cause mine would be you. — Blondie Copy Share Image
If I could be anything in the world I would want to be a teardrop because I would be born in your eyes, live… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I'd be smiling and chatting away, and my mind would be floating around somewhere else, like a balloon with a broken string. — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
I'd fly. I sit and watch the birds go by and say, I wish I could do that. — Kristin Kreuk Copy Share Image
O give me new figures! I can't go on dancing The same that were taught me ten seasons ago; The schoolmaster over the land… — Thomas Haynes Bayly Copy Share Image
The mistletoe hung in the castle hall, The holly branch shone on the old oak wall. — Thomas Haynes Bayly Copy Share Image
Those that have wealth must be watchful and wary, Power, alas! naught but misery brings! — Thomas Haynes Bayly Copy Share Image
Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Prolonged absence makes the heart forget. — Thomas Haynes Bayly Copy Share Image
Oh, I have roamed o'er many lands, And many friends I've met; Not one fair scene or kindly smile Can this fond heart forget. — Thomas Haynes Bayly Copy Share Image
Where's the hope that can abate The grief of hearts thus desolate That can Youth's keenest pangs assuage, And mitigate the gloom of Age?… — Thomas Haynes Bayly Copy Share Image
Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago. — Thomas Haynes Bayly 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
