There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love, the first fluttering of its silken wings.
The elusive nature of love... it can be such a fleeting thing. You see it there and it's just fluttering and it's gone.
I hated historical novels with fluttering cloaks.
Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
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.
wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
The bird that would soar above the plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings.
We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think it is forever.
The mother-women seemed to prevail that summer at Grand Isle. It was easy to know them, fluttering about with extended, protecting wings when any harm, real or imaginary, threatened their precious brood. They were women who idolized their children, worshiped their husbands, and esteemed it a holy privilege to efface themselves as individuals and grow wings as ministering angels.
The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering back to earth.
A bird with a broken wing was beating the air above, reeling, fluttering, circling disabled, down, down to the water
Music, I think, he makes me feel like music
Harry found the [tea]... seemed to burn away a little of the fear fluttering in his chest.
I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
The mind is the most capricious of insects — flitting, fluttering.
And whether this happiness lasted a hundred seconds or ten minutes, it was so far removed from time that it resembled every other genuine happiness as completely as one fluttering blue lycaenid butterfly resembles another.
Sweet, can I sing you the song of your kisses? How soft is this one, how subtle this is, How fluttering swift as a bird's kiss that is, As a bird that taps at a leafy lattice; How this one clings and how that uncloses From bud to flower in the way of roses.
Necessity knows no magic formulae-they are all left to chance. If a love is to be unforgettable, fortuities must immediately start fluttering down to it like birds to Francis of Assisi's shoulders.
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
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