The butterflies have flown away, like my ignorance and youth.

…listening with absorbed attention more to her voice than to what she was saying, and thinking how like she was, flowering through her voice into beauty in the darkness, to some butterflies he had come...

He told her the flowers in her painting contained exactly the purple substance of the flowers on the desk in front of her […] Let us open the window and see if your painting can...

Two butterflies in two socks could walk faster than I can run. A love song will jog your memory like I jog like Roger Bannister in a wheelchair.

Caterpillars can fly, if they just lighten up.

The density of the butterflies in the air now gave her a sense of being underwater, plunged into a deep pond among bright fishes.

Alongside the practical thought something else struggled and, like an escaped butterfly, took wing: the assurance of something wonderful awaiting her. Just around the corner……

Life is short. If you doubt me, ask a butterfly. Their average life span is a mere five to fourteen days.

It’s the butterflies in our bellies, and the lightening in our eyes that tells me this all makes so much fucking sense.

Trying to put a baby back in the womb is like trying to convert a butterfly into a caterpillar, but still I’ve got to try. That’s what being in love is all about.

Heroes in fact die with one’s youth. They are pinned like butterflies to the setting board of early memories—the time when skies were always blue, the sun shone and the air was filled with the...

Butterflies better understand than you, the meaning of love and sacrifices one must make for their beloved.

The caterpillar does all the work, but the butterfly gets all the publicity.

A climate’s changes are tough to quantify. Butterflies can help. Entomologists prefer “junk species–” the kind of butterflies too common for most collections– to keep up with what’s going on in the insect’s world. They’re...

I knew I was in love because I had butterflies in my stomach. Also in there I had flowers, a few rainbows, and leftover unicorn from the bbq the day before.

My thoughts are like butterflies. They are beautiful, but they fly away.

Es más fácil ocultar una espinilla en la punta de la nariz, que el amor.

Butterflies. Everyday.

When I was a girl I would look out my bedroom window at the caterpillars; I envied them so much. No matter what they were before, no matter what happened to them, they could just...

Minutes passed by. A little blue butterfly landed on my nose. I blinked at it and it fluttered to my ear. A big yellow butterfly gently floated over and landed on my paw. Soon a...

I think humans might be like butterflies; people die every day without many other people knowing about them, seeing their colors, hearing their stories… and when humans are broken, they’re like broken butterfly wings; suddenly...

I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days – three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.

My lips touched hers, like two butterflies in the wind. Then I went home, cut off my eyelids, and I’ve been living in darkness since.

Butterflies are self propelled flowers.

Like a butterfly stuck in a chrysalis, waiting for the perfect moment, I was waiting for the day I could burst forth and fly away and find my home.

He was comparing you to the butterflies that you both adore and cherish, and he said you were special for the same reasons: you were rare, exotic and entirely you. He said you’re beautiful exactly...

She liked being reminded of butterflies. She remembered being six or seven and crying over the fates of the butterflies in her yard after learning that they lived for only a few days. Her mother...

Our love went from fly to flower to butterfly, and it was meant to beautifully flutter, not sit still on a shelf like a trophy to be collected.

Butterflies are not insects,’ Captain John Sterling said soberly. ‘They are self-propelled flowers.

Hundreds of butterflies flitted in and out of sight like short-lived punctuation marks in a stream of consciousness without beginning or end.

Animals had returned to what was left of the forest…clusters of orange butterflies exploded off the blackish purple piles of bear sign and winked and fluttered magically like leaves without trees. More bears than people...

The Rainbow is a promise

My brain is divided into two butterflies, and both are in love with your rose-shaped heart. If you’ve got the garden, I’ve got my whole life.

Don’t be afraid. Change is such a beautiful thing”, said the Butterfly.

She said it was because one day I was going to have to go through a metamorphosis like a caterpillar transforming into a butterfly and that scared me, so butterflies scared me.

He seems to have become a part of my life and I’m disappointed if I don’t see him. If I get to the end of the day without seeing someone who reminds me of him,...

I tell of hearts and souls and dances…Butterflies and second chances;Desperate ones and dreamers bound,Seeking life from barren ground,Who suffer on in earthly fateThe bitter pain of agony hate,Might but they stop and here forgiveWould...

Mostly, when Jess didn’t want to talk about her ideas in class, Colleen thought that Jess was showing off, making sure that she would be coaxed and pleaded with, but how could Jess have explained...

a flower knows, when its butterfly will return, and if the moon walks out, the sky will understand;but now it hurts, to watch you leave so soon,when I don’t know, if you will ever come...

So what are you doing around here?” I ask, feeling all jittery, but this time it’s in a good way.”Oh, I was just in the area.” he says vaguely. “I thought I’d take Welly for...

He said that we belonged together because he was born with a flower and I was born with a butterfly and that flowers and butterflies need each other for survival.

Elliot and I were more ‘adult’ about it all. We’d kiss hello and goodbye and we’d kiss as part of foreplay, but we wouldn’t kiss just for the sake of it. not when we got...

They’re butterflies because…well, he thought it was cool. They eat humans.

You are so young, Lyra, too young to understand this, but I shall tell you anyway and you’ll understand it later: men pass in front of our eyes like butterflies, creatures of a brief season....

Some things, when they change, never do return to the way they once were. Butterflies for instance, and women who’ve been in love with the wrong man too often.

Far from such din, when blessed silence returns, I can listen to the butterflies that flutter inside my head. To hear them, one must be calm and pay close attention, for their wingbeats are barely...

His Nana’s prayers were moving toward his mother like little butterflies of thoughts wrapped in the most beautiful colors. Each prayer looked like a mini-rainbow.

Drake: “I know it;s love because I think of you night and day. I miss you when you are sitting right next to me. When I look at you my heart races and my stomach...

«Per­ho­nen is not here any­more,» it says, with a voice made of wings and whis­pers.

God begins to paint the clouds in the eastern sky when the mountains butterflies come flying home