My family didn't go to church. Once when I slept over at the house of a friend, her parents brought me to Sunday school with her. I was given this little pamphlet of tiny poems about the natural world, about butterflies and sunsets. My 7-year-old self was so astounded by how these few words were creating pictures and feelings in me.
She was like a butterfly, full of color and vibrancy when she chose to open her wings, yet hardly visible when she closed them.
Thou cannot harm a butterfly, without troubling a star.
I decided to become an actor at five. I saw the most gorgeous woman that I had ever seen in my five years of living on television. She had on a long, red dress and her eyelashes looked like butterflies and I said, "Grandmamma, who is that?" She said, "Baby, that's Lola Falana. " I said, "That's it right there. I want to be black, fabulous, and on TV. "
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.
There's a part of every living thing that wants to become itself: the tadpole into the frog, the chrysalis into the butterfly, a damaged human being into a whole one. That is spirituality.
We can learn to trust ourselves by inquiring within. To practice doing this, sit quietly, close your eyes, and for a minute focus your attention on your breathing. Gently visualize your inner wisdom as a graceful butterfly. Admire her beauty, and encourage your butterfly to sit on your shoulder and whisper her wisdom in your ear. Be still and listen.
Feeling in love (or lust) and fear feel a lot alike. They both give you that anxious butterfly feeling in your stomach, a sense of excitement, and a general unease physically and mentally. It's easy to confuse love with fear.
Although the butterfly and the caterpillar are completely different, they are one and the same.
Beautiful thoughts flit across the brain, like butterflies in the sun's rays, and are as difficult to capture.
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.
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
I read Butterfly’s Child in one day, totally hooked. It is a captivating novel of love, guilt, sin, justice—and how all these things are, in time, transformed surprisingly and inevitably.
If you have the freedom to fly, why not take the scenic route!
The use of butterflies is to adorn the world and delight the eyes of men, to brighten the countryside, serving like so many golden spangles to decorate the fields.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly, For the Last Judgement draweth nigh.
Go on, hitch a ride on the back of a butterfly. There's no better way to fly.
Bright colours in the west, giant butterflies dancing as night crept like a cripple toward the east.
It comes with being sixteen," Mom said. "You teenagers, you go into a cocoon when you turn fifteen and don't come out for years. " "So they become butterflies when they finally come out?" my little sister Christina asked. "No," Mom said. "They're still caterpillars, only now they're big fat caterpillars that smell.
Don't go chasing after butterflies, when everything you want is right by your side.