If that moment had been a real thing, it would've been a butterfly, flapping and fluttering toward the sun.
Just as the bird sings or the butterfly soars, because it is his natural characteristic, so the artist works.
Never touch a butterfly's wing with your finger.
Bees sip honey from flowers and hum their thanks when they leave. The gaudy butterfly is sure that the flowers owe thanks to him.
Butterflies are always following me, everywhere I go.
Not quite birds, as they were not quite flowers, mysterious and fascinating as are all indeterminate creatures.
We kill all the caterpillars, then complain there are no butterflies.
The butterfly does not look back upon its caterpillar self, either fondly or wistfully; it simply flies on.
When a small child, I thought that success spelled happiness. I was wrong, happiness is like a butterfly which appears and delights us for one brief moment, but soon flits away.
If there is one creature that represents my essence, it's butterflies.
With the rose the butterfly's deep in love, A thousand times hovering round; But round himself, all tender like gold, The sun's sweet ray is hovering found.
We are closer to the ants than to the butterflies. Very few people can endure much leisure.
The butterfly's attractiveness derives not only from colors and symmetry: deeper motives contribute to it. We would not think them so beautiful if they did not fly, or if they flew straight and briskly like bees, or if they stung, or above all if they did not enact the perturbing mystery of metamorphosis: the latter assumes in our eyes the value of a badly decoded message, a symbol, a sign.
I was not content at home. . . I wanted to live like a colorful butterfly in the sun.
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.
If you have butterflies in your stomach ask them into your heart.
Flies, worms, and flowers exceed me still.
And the case of butterflies so rich it looks As if all summer settled there and died.
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.
We lose our souls if we lose the experience of the forest, the butterflies, the song of the birds, if we can't see the stars at night.
We must remain as close to the flowers, the grass, and the butterflies as the child is who is not yet so much taller than they are. We adults, on the other hand, have outgrown them and have to lower ourselves to stoop down to them. It seems to me that the grass hates us when we confess our love for it. Whoever would partake of all good things must understand how to be small at times.
I've watched you now a full half-hour; Self-poised upon that yellow flower And, little Butterfly! Indeed I know not if you sleep or feed. How motionless! - not frozen seas More motionless! and then What joy awaits you, when the breeze Hath found you out among the trees, And calls you forth again!
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.
The only authority I respect is the one that causes butterflies to fly south in fall and north in springtime.
This great purple butterfly, In the prison of my hands, Has a learning in his eye Not a poor fool understands.
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