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I felt a strange fluttering sensation in my chest. Butterflies, cardiac arrest . . . it was hard to say what exactly.
They say I'm famous for my chip shots. Sure, when I hit 'em right, they land just so, like a butterfly with sore feet.
No lepidopterist's collection in the entire world...full if iridescent wings, is worth the life of a single butterfly.
For the butterfly, mating and propagation involve the sacrifice of life, for the human being, the sacrifice of beauty.
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 morning.
Brussels is a gay little city that lies as bright within its girdle of woodland as any butterfly that rests upon moss.
I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly dreaming I am a man.
Today I offer a prayer of forgiveness: forgive the pettiness of my ingratitude... the absence of profound thankfulness.
Children are caterpillars and adults are butterflies. No butterfly ever remembers what it felt like being a caterpillar.
I love that feeling of being in love, the effect of having butterflies when you wake up in the morning. That is special.
Poetry is the establishment of a metaphorical link between white butterfly-wings and the scraps of torn-up love-letters.
I am iron butterfly ... / I am she/we / of flesh / and iron / and silk wings, / healing, flying / into a gentle blue sky.
Do ye not comprehend that we are worms born to bring forth the angelic butterfly that flieth unto judgment without screen?
Musical ideas sprang to my mind like a flight of butterflies, and all I had to do was to stretch out my hand to catch them
My soul has painted like the wings of butterflies, Fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.
Holding Eleanor's hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive.
Some people are settling down, some people are settling and some people refuse to settle for anything less than butterflies.
Words betrayed her: beautiful butterflies in her mind; dead moths when she opened her mouth for their release into the world.
Throwing a knuckleball for a strike is like throwing a butterfly with hiccups across the street into your neighbor's mailbox.
People are like moths. First they are ugly and awkward, until they break out of their shell and become a beautiful butterfly.
This magnificent butterfly finds a little heap of dirt and sits still on it; but man will never on his heap of mud keep still.
If everyone is speaking caterpillar, don’t be afraid to speak butterfly. When it’s time to awaken, nothing else will suit you.
Some people are as fragile as butterflies and sensitive and it’s your responsibility not to destroy them. Just because you can
I'm still like a butterfly going from one job to another job. But it's quite lovely - I hope to keep this freedom, to have fun.
She was like a butterfly, full of color and vibrancy when she chose to open her wings, yet hardly visible when she closed them.
Kind of like love before first sight.” and “Butterflies in your stomach. That was such a crappy metaphor. More like killer bees.
You want to have butterflies in your stomach, because if you don't, if you walk out onstage complacent, that's not a good thing.
The least thing upset him on the links. He missed short putts because of the uproar of the butterflies in the adjoining meadows.
The butterfly, a cabbage-white, (His honest idiocy of flight) Will never now, it is too late, Master the art of flying straight.
Watch the indolent butterfly playing on the tall flower in the yard and think about the sun going down. It always does you know.
Bees sip honey from flowers and hum their thanks when they leave. The gaudy butterfly is sure that the flowers owe thanks to him.
Demanding respect is like chasing a butterfly. Chase it, and you'll never catch it. Sit still, and it may light on your shoulder.
"Aren't you hungry?" he asked, distracted. "No." I didn't feel like mentioning that my stomach was already full - of butterflies.
Other people might want a Ferrari, but I wanted a butterfly house. I built it together with a blacksmith. We designed it together.
Farewell,' she said. 'I hope you hear many more songs' - which was the best way she could think of to say good-bye to a butterfly.
Thus every dog at last will have his day - He who this morning smiled, at night may sorrow; The grub today's a butterfly tomorrow.
If the butterfly wings its way to the sweet light that attracts it, it's only because it doesn't know that the fire can consume it.
Happiness is like a butterfly - the more you chase, the more subtle, but if you stop moving and quietly wait for it to land on you.
Snapshots, moments, mere seconds: as fragile and beautiful and hopeless as a single butterfly, flapping on against a gathering wind.
Although we have the potential to experience the freedom of a butterfly, we mysteriously prefer the small and fearful cocoon of ego.
It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment?
God changes caterpillars into butterflies, sand into pearls and coal into diamonds using time and pressure. He's working on you, too.
I only ask to be free. The butterflies are free. Mankind will surely not deny to Harold Skimpole what it concedes to the butterflies.
Why is a caterpillar wrapped in silk while it changes into a butterfly? So the other caterpillars can't hear the screams. Change hurts
The tulip and the butterfly Appear in gayer coats than I: Let me be dressed fine as I will, Flies, worms, and flowers exceed me still.
Death is the opening of a more subtle life. In the flower, it sets free the perfume; in the chrysalis, the butterfly; in man, the soul.
I will try to cram these paragraphs full of facts and give them a weight and shape no greater than that of a cloud of blue butterflies.
and as streams of light fan out behind the darkened sun like the wings of a butterfly, i realize that i never saw true beauty until now.
Nature is always lavish of her gifts even to the most insignificant forms. The butterflies and moths are richly dowered in this respect.
Graphic designers are idea embalmers, loving undertakers preserving bits of data like to many butterflies pinned to felt in a jewel box.