Butterfly KissesAged imperfectionsstitched upon my faceyears and years of wisdomearned by His holy grace.Quiet solitude in a humble homeall the family scattered nowlike nomads do they roam.Then a giftsent from abovea memorypure and tangiblewrapped in innocence andunquestioning love.A butterfly kisslands gently upon my cheekfrom an unseen childa kiss most sweet.Heaven grants graceand tears followas youth...
A light rain touches my cheek like an angel’s butterfly kisses.
Once upon a time, I, Chuang Tzu, dreamt that i was a butterfly. flitting around and enjoying myself. I had no idea I was Chuang Tzu. Then suddenly I woke up and was Chuang Tzu again. But I could not tell, had I been Chuang Tzu dreaming I was a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming...
How does one become butterfly?’ Pooh asked pensively.’You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar,’ Piglet replied.’You mean to die?’ asked Pooh.’Yes and no,’ he answered. ‘What looks like you will die, but what’s really you will live on.
She is like a butterfly, Beautiful to look at But hard to catch.
Beauty is where the beheld butterfly disappears from sight.
…a butterfly is like the soul of a person, it dries out in captivity.
Just when the butterfly thought the world was over, it became a butterfly.
Love is a peaceful feeling, like a flower hugging a butterfly.
Sometimes a butterfly flaps its wings and the weather turns out fine.
She makes my heart flutter, like a butterfly with the wings of an eagle.
In order to butterfly kiss, does it require caterpillar lips?
and when all the wars are over, a butterfly will still be beautiful.
What would it be like to live as a butterfly, being admired by the world for your color and beauty and grace? What would it be like to live as a spider, having people shriek and jump and throw a shoe at the very notice of you?I have tasted both―looks of desire and repulsion.How sad...
… on these expanded membranes [butterfly wings] Nature writes, as on a tablet, the story of the modifications of species, so truly do all changes of the organisation register themselves thereon. Moreover, the same colour-patterns of the wings generally show, with great regularity, the degrees of blood-relationship of the species. As the laws of nature...
The moth prefers the moon and detests the sun, while the butterfly loves the sun and hides from the moon. Every living creature responds to light. But depending on the amount of light you have inside, determines which lamp in the sky your heart will swoon.