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Beloved is similar a butterfly:  Information technology goes where it pleases and it pleases wherever it goes.  ~Writer Unknown

An Irish Blessing

May the wings of the butterfly osculation the dominicus.
And find your shoulder to calorie-free on.
To bring you luck, happiness and riches.
Today, tomorrow and across.

One Day Butterfly

Aren't nosotros all one-day butterflies,
not aware of time.
Searching for partners or love
until Death kisses us.
Then in his arms, tenderly rocked,
waiting for a new chance
to fly away again
and join the trip the light fantastic toe
of the one-solar day butterfly

A Chrysalis

My piddling Mädchen found one twenty-four hour period
A curious something in her play,
That was not fruit, nor bloom, nor seed;
It was not anything that grew,
Or crept, or climbed, or swam, or flew;
Had neither legs nor wings, indeed;
And all the same she was not sure, she said,
Whether it was live or dead.

She brought it in her tiny paw
To see if I would understand,
And wondered when I made reply,
"You've plant a babe butterfly."
"A butterfly is not like this,"
With doubtful await she answered me.
So then I told her what would be
Some day inside the chrysalis;
How, slowly, in the dull brown thing
Now withal every bit death, a spotted wing,
And so another, would unfold,
Till from the empty shell would fly
A pretty creature, by and by,
All radiant in blue and aureate.

"And will it, truly?" questioned she—
Her laughing lips and eager eyes
All in a sparkle of surprise
"And shall your petty Mädchen see?"
"She shall!" I said. How could I tell
That ere the worm within its shell
Its gauzy, splendid wings had spread,
My little Mädchen would be dead?

To-day the butterfly has flown,—
She was not here to run into it fly,—
And sorrowing I wonder why
The empty beat out is mine lonely.
Perhaps the surreptitious lies in this:
I besides had found a chrysalis,
And Death that robbed me of delight
Was merely the radiant animate being's flying!

By Mary Emily Bradley. Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.

Later on Wings

This was your butterfly, you run across,
His fine wings made him vain:
The caterpillars crawl, but he
Passed them in rich disdain.
My pretty boy says, "Let him be
Just a worm again!"

O child, when things accept learned to clothing
Wings once, they must be fain
To keep them ever high and fair:
Think of the creeping pain
Which even a butterfly must bear
To be a worm again!

By Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt. Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.

Easter

The air is like a butterfly
With delicate blue wings.
The happy earth looks at the sky
And sings.

From Cocoon forth a Butterfly

From cocoon along a butterfly
As lady from her door
Emerged—a summer afternoon—
Repairing everywhere,

Without design, that I could trace,
Except to stray abroad
On miscellaneous enterprise
The clovers understood.

Her pretty parasol was seen
Contracting in a field
Where men made hay, and so struggling hard
With an opposing cloud,

Where parties, phantom equally herself,
To Nowhere seemed to go
In purposeless circumference,
As 't were a tropic testify.

And non withstanding bee that worked,
And flower that zealous blew,
This audition of idleness
Disdained them, from the heaven,

Till sundown crept, a steady tide,
And men that made the hay,
And afternoon, and butterfly,
Extinguished in its sea.

Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.

Mariposa

Collywobbles are white and blue
In this field we wander through.
Endure me to take your hand.
Death comes in a twenty-four hour period or ii.

All the things we e'er knew
Will be ashes in that hour,
Mark the transient butterfly,
How he hangs upon the blossom.

Suffer me to take your paw.
Suffer me to cherish yous
Till the dawn is in the sky.
Whether I be false or truthful,
Death comes in a day or two.

Poetry of Edna St. Vincent Millay
Second Apr.

Ode to a butterfly

Thou spark of life that wavest wings of gold,
Yard songless wanderer mid the songful birds,
With Nature'south secrets in thy tints unrolled
Through gorgeous cipher, past the reach of words,
Nevertheless dearest to every child
In glad pursuit beguiled,
Living his unspoiled days mid flowers and flocks and herds!

M winged blossom, liberated thing,
What secret tie binds thee to other flowers,
Still held within the garden'south fostering?
Volition they too soar with the completed hours,
Take flight, and be similar thee
Irrevocably free,
Hovering at volition o'er their parental bowers?

Or is thy lustre fatigued from heavenly hues,
A sumptuous drifting fragment of the heaven,
Caught when the sunset its last glance imbues
With sudden splendor, and the tree-tops loftier
Grasp that swift blazonry,
Then lend those tints to thee,
On thee to bladder a few brusk hours, and die?

Birds have their nests; they rear their eager immature,
And flit on errands all the livelong day;
Each fieldmouse keeps the homestead whence it sprung;
But k art Nature'south freeman,—costless to stray Unfettered through the wood,
Seeking thine blusterous food,
The sweetness spiced on every blossomed spray.

The garden one wide banquet spreads for thee,
O daintiest reveller of the joyous earth!
One drop of dear gives satiety;
A 2nd draught would drug thee past all mirth.
Thy feast no orgy shows;
Thy at-home eyes never shut,
Thou soberest sprite to which the sun gives birth.

And yet the soul of man upon thy wings
Forever soars in aspiration; thou
His emblem of the new career that springs
When death'due south arrest bids all his spirit bow.
He seeks his hope in thee
Of immortality.
Symbol of life, me with such religion endow!

By Thomas Wentworth Higginson. Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.

The butterfly

I am not what I was yesterday,
God knows my name.
I am made in a smooth and beautiful fashion,
And total of flame.

The color of corn are my pretty wings,
My flower is blue.
I buss its topmost pearl, information technology swings
And I swing too.

I dance in a higher place the tawny grass
In the sunny air,
And so tantalized to have to laissez passer
Love everywhere

O Earth, O Sky, yous are mine to roam
In freedom.
I am the soul and I accept no domicile,
Take care of me.

For double I drift through a double world
Of spirit and sense;
I and my symbol together whirled
From who knows whence?

At that place 's a tiny weed, God knows what good,—
It sits in the moss.
Its wings are heavy and spotted with blood
Across and across.

I sometimes settle a moment in that location,
And I am and then sugariness,
That what information technology lacks of the glad and off-white
I fill complete.

The little white moon was one time like me;
But her wings are i.
Or perhaps they closëd together be
As she swings in the sun.

When the clovers close their three green wings
Just every bit I do,
I creep to the primrose heart of things,
And close mine, besides.

And and then wide opens the aboveboard night,
Serene and intense;
For she has, instead of dear and light,
God's conviction.

And I sentry that other butterfly,
The 1-winged moon,
Till, drunk with sweets in which I lie,
I dream and swoon.

And and so when I to 3 days grow,
I find out pain.
For swift there comes an ache,—I know
That I am twain.

And nevermore can I be one
In freedom.
O Earth, O Sky, your employ in done,
Have care of me.

Past Alice Archer (Sewall) James. Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.

The example

Here's an instance from
A Butterfly;
That on a rough, difficult rock
Happy can lie;
Friendless and all solitary
On this unsweetened stone.

At present allow my bed be difficult,
No care accept I;
I'll brand my joy like this
Small Butterfly;
Whose happy heart has ability
To brand a stone a flower.

Past William H. Davies. Louis Untermeyer, ed. (1885–1977). Modernistic British Verse. 1920.

To a butterfly

I've watched you lot now a total half-hour;
Self-poised upon that yellow flower
And, little Butterfly! indeed
I know not if you slumber or feed.
How motionless!–not frozen seas
More motionless! and then
What joy awaits you lot, when the breeze
Hath institute you out amongst the copse,
And calls you forth again!

This plot of orchard-ground is ours;
My trees they are, my Sister's flowers;
Here remainder your wings when they are weary;
Hither gild equally in a sanctuary!
Come frequently to us, fearfulness no wrong;
Sit near u.s.a. on the bender!
Nosotros'll talk of sunshine and of song,
And summer days, when nosotros were young;
Sweet childish days, that were as long
As 20 days are now.

Written in the orchard, Town-cease, Grasmere.

Two butterflies went out at noon

Ii collywobbles went out at noon
And waltzed above a stream,
And then stepped straight through the firmament
And rested on a beam;

And so together bore abroad
Upon a shining bounding main,
Though never yet, in whatsoever port,
Their coming mentioned be.

If spoken by the distant bird,
If met in ether bounding main
By frigate or by merchantman,
Report was not to me.

Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.

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"Literature and butterflies are the two sweetest passions known to man."
Vladimir Nabokov

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May the wings of the butterfly buss the sun.
And observe your shoulder to calorie-free on.
To bring you luck, happiness, and riches.
Today, tomorrow, and across.

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On the wings of the tiniest globe angels,
may the spirit of those that we mourn today exist remembered
and may this be the start of healing for all.

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Acquire to Fly

Written past Larry James

Like a butterfly emerges
And unfolds its svelte wings,
A marriage grows and it develops
With the honey each partner brings.
Your flying through life together
Is what you lot make it, and then achieve high
Spread your wings and learn to soar
As if with wings of a butterfly
Share together life'due south cracking hazard
Now the two of you lot are ane
Shower your lover with butterfly kisses
Your infinite journey has only begun
Be a lover, friend and playmate
Acquire to listen, laugh and cry
God has given you your wings,
But, you teach each other how to fly.

You're My Butterfly

Your are the most beautiful matter
I've ever seen
Yous shine just like sunlight rays
On a wintertime snow
I but had to tell you then

Your optics sparkle as the stars
Like the moon they glow
Your smile could light the earth on fire
Or did yous know?

Your minds full of everything
That I want to know
I just had to let yous know
I just had to tell you and then
Your're my butterfly
Fly high
Fly fly fly

Lyrics/Song – Lenny Kravitz

A Butterfly Hovers Closely

A butterfly hovers closely
Then quickly moves away,
Swiftly going where so ever
Her middle may freely say.

A butterfly lowers and rises
With the winds's gusty breath,
As if coupled within a dance
Of a loving tenderness.

The butterfly only knows
How information technology feels to take wings,
To kiss the petals of flowers
In such elegant flitterings.

To have merely ane moment
Of such an exquisite flight,
Would exist similar a dream
Where all seems so right.

Author Unknown

Butterflies

Butterflies go fluttering by
On colored wings that catch the eye.
On wings of orange, and silvery blue,
On wings of gilded xanthous, too.
Collywobbles bladder in the air,
Making their homes most anywhere:
The rainforest, field, and prairie land,
On mountaintops, and desert sand.
If winter brings the common cold and snow,
To warmer climates, off they become!
Returning home the post-obit spring,
Cute collywobbles on the fly!

Writer Unknown

A Butterfly Lights Abreast Usa

A butterfly lights beside us, like a sunbeam…
and for a cursory moment it's celebrity
and beauty belong to our world…
just then it flies on over again, and although
we wish it could have stayed,
we are so thankful to accept seen information technology at all.

Writer Unknown

Butterfly

Palpitate by,
Butterfly,
Floating blossom
in the sky.
Osculation me with your
Petal wings—
Whisper secrets,
Tell of spring.

Writer Unknown

Butterfly Wishes

Yesterday a butterfly
Came floating gently through the heaven.
He soared up through the temper
So drifted close enough to hear.

I said, "I'd love to fly with you lot
And sail around the way you practise.
It looks like it would be such fun
To fly upwardly toward the summer sun.

But I take not your graceful charm.
I haven't wings, simply these two arms.
I've been designed to walk around.
My man anxiety must bear on the ground.

Then magically he spoke to me
and told me what his wish would be.

He said, "What I'd love most to do
Is walk upon God'due south Earth with you lot,
To squish it's mud between my toes
Or impact my finger to my nose.

I'd love just once to walk around
With human feet to touch the ground,
But I have non two legs that swing,
I haven't artillery, merely these 2 wings."

And so nosotros went our separate means
In wonder and surprise.
For we'd both seen God's precious gifts
Through someone else's eyes.

Author Unknown

Butterflies, Oh, Butterflies

Butterflies, Oh, Butterflies,
Your beauty is and then rare.

Collywobbles, Oh, butterflies,
How could anyone dare.
to catch you and to hold you lot
against your solemn volition?
They should but adore yous
and permit yous have your fill.
of flitting here and flitting there,
gathering up your daily fare
of nectars from the flowers bright,
from early morning time until night.

Butterflies, beautiful butterflies,
with then many colours rare,
it hurts my heart when one dies,
Nevertheless, does anyone truly care?

For butterflies, butterflies,
you represent new birth,
from chrysalis until you die,
you beautify the world.

thank yous, lovely butterflies.

Author Unknown

Butterfly In The Wind Poem

A kid is……..

A butterfly in the current of air,
Some tin can wing higher than others;
only each one flies the all-time it tin can.
Why compare one confronting the other?

Each one is different!
Each 1 is special!
Each i is cute!

Author Unknown

Legend of the Butterfly

Once as a kid many years ago…
on a mild summer's eve.
I sat in the yard at my Mother'due south side…
and a butterfly lit at my sleeve.

"It's a sign of good luck", my Mother said.
As the butterfly stayed at my arm…
"Information technology's a symbol of all the beauty in life.
Brand sure you do it no damage."

First butterflies are eggs and after they hatch…
they see that their life's just beginning.
They're content with their lot in life,
so, they get out on a limb and starting time spinning.

They stay out awhile in a magic cocoon….
then emerge like flowers in spring.
Then they share the story of their victory and success…
through each of the colors of their wings.

The gold in their wings is the"Gilded Dominion"…
To follow that is a must.
The blue….That means true blue.
Always exist someone people can trust.

The green of the tip of their wing
is saying Stay dark-green, and you'll always grow.
The silver is the lining in the clouds of doubtfulness…
that you must look for every bit you get through life.

Butterflies bend with the air current, it's true.
However they get where they desire to go.
They arrive past persistence through their own insistence…
A lesson more than people should know.

Sought and valued by the whole human race…
For their beauty, tenacity and charm.
If a butterfly always chances to stay at your sleeve…
remember, my friend, don't fight information technology, only,
learn all you can from the butterfly clan.
And you too, may get a rare item.

Author Unknown

An Indian Butterfly Legend

If anyone desires a wish to come true they must
capture a butterfly and whisper that wish to it.

Since they make no audio, they tin't tell the wish
to anyone simply the Not bad Spirit.

Then by making the wish and releasing the butterfly
it will be taken to the heavens and be granted.

Writer Unknown

An Irish Blessing

May the wings of the butterfly kiss the sun.
And find your shoulder to light on.
To bring you luck, happiness and riches.
Today, tomorrow and beyond.

A Butterfly Hovers Closely

A butterfly hovers closely
And then quickly moves away,
Swiftly going wheresoever
Her heart may freely say.

A butterfly lowers and rises
With the current of air'south gusty jiff,
As if coupled within a trip the light fantastic
Of a loving tenderness.

The butterfly only knows
How it feels to accept wings,
To osculation the petals of flowers
In such elegant flitterings.

To have just one moment
Of such an esquisite flying,
Would be similar a dream
Where all seems then correct.

Author Unknown

A Symbol of Love

A butterfly lights abreast u.s. like a sunbeam
and for a cursory moment, its glory and beauty
belong to our world.

But then it flies again,
And though we wish it could have stayed…
Nosotros feel lucky to take seen it.

Writer Unknown

Butterfly Quotes

"Love is similar a butterfly,
it goes where it pleases
and it pleases wherever it goes".

Dearest is like a butterfly,
hold it too tight, it'll crush,

hold information technology too loose, it'll fly.

Author Unknown

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If zip e'er changed, in that location'd be no collywobbles.

Writer Unknown

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You can chase a butterfly all over the field and never take hold of it. But if you sit quietly in the grass it will come and sit on your shoulder.

Author Unknown

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The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.

~Rabindranath Tagore

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May the wings of the butterfly kiss the lord's day And notice your shoulder to light on, To bring you luck, happiness and riches Today, tomorrow and beyond.

~Irish Blessing

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Butterflies are cocky propelled flowers.

~R.H. Heinlein

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If nothing ever changed, there'd be no collywobbles.

~Writer Unknown

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The caterpillar does all the piece of work but the butterfly gets all the publicity.

~Attributed to George Carlin

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What the caterpillar calls the end of the globe, the principal calls a

butterfly.

~Richard Bach

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Only these are flowers that fly and all but sing:

And now from having ridden out desire

They lie closed over in the wind and cling

Where wheels have freshly sliced the April mire.

~Robert Frost, "Blue-Butterfly Day"

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I saw a poet chase a butterfly in a meadow.  He put his internet on a demote

where a male child sat reading a book.  It's a misfortune that it is usually

the other mode round.

~Karl Kraus

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The butterfly is a flight bloom,

The flower a tethered butterfly.

~Ponce Denis Écouchard Lebrun

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Beautiful and svelte, varied and enchanting, small but outgoing,

butterflies pb you to the sunny side of life.  And everyone deserves a

piddling sunshine.

~Jeffrey Glassberg

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Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your

grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may debark upon you lot.

~Nathaniel Hawthorne

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There is nada in a caterpillar that tells you it'south going to be a

butterfly.

~Richard Buckminster Fuller

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They seemed to come suddenly upon happiness as if they had surprised a

butterfly in the wintertime woods.

~Edith Wharton

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With the rose the butterfly's deep in love,

A thousand times hovering round;

Merely circular himself, all tender like gold,

The sunday's sweet ray is hovering establish.

~Heinrich Heine, "New Spring"

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"Merely living is not enough," said the butterfly, "i must have

sunshine, freedom and a picayune bloom."

~Hans Christian Anderson

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Dear is like a butterfly:  It goes where it pleases and it pleases

wherever it goes.

~Author Unknown

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I've watched you at present a full half-hour;

Self-poised upon that yellowish flower

And, lilliputian Butterfly!  Indeed

I know not if y'all sleep or feed.

How motionless! – non frozen seas

More motionless! and so

What joy awaits you, when the breeze

Hath plant yous out amongst the trees,

And calls you forth once again!

~William Wordsworth, "To a Butterfly"

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I only ask to be free.  The butterflies are free.

~Charles Dickens

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The butterfly's attractiveness derives not only from colors and

symmetry:  deeper motives contribute to information technology.  We would not think them so

beautiful if they did non 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.

~Primo Levi

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And what'south a butterfly? At best,

He'due south but a caterpillar, at remainder.

~John Grey

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Flowers and butterflies drift in color, illuminating jump.

~Author Unknown

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We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think information technology is forever.

~Carl Sagan

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This corking royal butterfly,

In the prison of my hands,

Has a learning in his middle

Not a poor fool understands.

~William Butler Yeats, "Another Vocal of a Fool"

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[Due north]ot quite birds, equally they were not quite flowers, mysterious and

fascinating as are all indeterminate creatures.

~Elizabeth Goudge

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The butterfly, a cabbage-white,

(His honest idiocy of flight)

Will never now, it is too late,

Master the art of flight straight.

~Robert Graves, "Flight Crooked"

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Know thyself!  A maxim as pernicious as it is ugly.  Whoever observes

himself arrests his own development.  A caterpillar who wanted to know

itself well would never go a butterfly.

~Andre Gide

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Do ye non embrace that nosotros are worms,

Born to bring forth the angelic butterfly

That flieth unto judgment without screen?

~Dante Alighieri

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Bees sip honey from flowers and hum their thanks when they leave.

The gaudy butterfly is sure that the flowers owe thanks to him.

~Rabindranath Tagore, /Stray Birds/

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We delight in the dazzler of the butterfly, simply rarely admit the changes

information technology has gone through to achieve that beauty.

~Maya Angelou

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The fluttering of a butterfly'south wings can effect climate changes on the

other side of the planet.

~Paul Erlich

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And the instance of collywobbles and so rich information technology looks

As if all summer settled there and died.

~Philip Larkin, "Autumn"

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In one case I read a story well-nigh a butterfly in the subway, and today, I saw

i.  It got on at 42nd, and off at 59th, where, I presume it was going

to Bloomingdales to buy a hat that will turn out to be a mistake – as

almost all hats are.

~Nikolaus Laszlo, Nora Ephron, and Delia Ephron,

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A million butterflies rose upwards from S America,

All together, and flew in a gilt storm toward Spain…

~Winfield Townley Scott, "Annual Legend"

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In nature a repulsive caterpillar turns into a lovely butterfly.  But

with humans information technology is the other way around:  a lovely butterfly turns into a

repulsive caterpillar.

~Anton Chekhov

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Grey sail against the sky,

Gray butterfly!

Have you a dream for going.

Or are you the bullheaded current of air's blowing?

~Dana Burnet, "A Canvas at Twilight"

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The paired butterflies are already xanthous with August

Over the grass in the West garden;

They hurt me.  I abound older.

~Li Po

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This magnificent butterfly finds a petty heap of clay and sits still on

it; but human being will never on his heap of mud keep still.

~Joseph Conrad

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Just like the butterfly, I too volition awaken in my own fourth dimension.

~Deborah Chaskin

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Women, don't get a tattoo.  That butterfly looks bully on your breast

when you're twenty or thirty, but when you lot get to 70, it stretches

into a condor.

~Billy Elmer

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Where take those flowers and butterflies all gone

That science may have staked the hereafter on?

He seems to say the reason why then much

Should come to nothing must be fairly faced.

~Robert Frost, "Pod of the Milkweed"

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As for collywobbles, I can inappreciably conceive of one'south attending upon y'all;

but to question the congruence of the complement is vain, if information technology exists.

~Marianne Moore, "To a Steam Roller"

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We must remain as close to the flowers, the grass, and the butterflies

equally the child is who is not yet so much taller than they are.  We adults,

on the other manus, 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 honey for it.  Whoever would partake of all good things must

empathise how to be modest at times.

~Friedrich Nietzsche

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The tulip and the butterfly

Appear in gayer coats than I:

Let me be dressed fine as I will,

Flies, worms, and flowers exceed me notwithstanding.

~Isaac Watts

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We are closer to the ants than to butterflies.  Very few people can

endure much leisure.

~Gerald Brenan

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Nerves and butterflies are fine – they're a physical sign that you're

mentally ready and eager.  You have to get the butterflies to fly in

formation, that'south the trick.

~Steve Bull

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The least affair upset him on the links.  He missed curt putts because

of the uproar of butterflies in the adjoining meadows.

~P.Chiliad. Wodehouse

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Grown-ups love figures.  When you lot tell them that you lot take made a new

friend, they never ask you any questions about essential matters.  They

never say to you, "What does his voice sound like?  What games does he

love all-time?  Does he collect butterflies?" Instead, they demand:  "How

former is he?  How many brothers has he?  How much does he weigh?  How much

money does his father make?"  Only from these figures do they remember they

have learned anything nigh him.

~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, /The Trivial

Prince/, 1943, translated from French

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It is necessary to write, if the days are not to sideslip emptily past.  How

else, indeed, to clap the internet over the butterfly of the moment?  For the

moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone.

That is where the writer scores over his fellows:  he catches the

changes of his mind on the hop.

~Vita Sackville-Due west

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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.

~Chuang Tzu

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Often in life what appears to be an catastrophe is really a glorious new showtime".

Butterflies are self propelled flowers.

~R.H. Heinlein

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If zip ever changed, there'd be no butterflies.

~Author Unknown

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

~Attributed to George Carlin

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What the caterpillar calls the cease of the globe, the master calls a butterfly.

~Richard Bach

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"Blueish-Butterfly Day"

Just these are flowers that fly and all but sing:
And now from having ridden out want
They lie closed over in the wind and cling
Where wheels have freshly sliced the April mire.

~Robert Frost,

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I saw a poet chase a butterfly in a meadow. He put his net on a bench
where a boy sat reading a book. Information technology's a misfortune that information technology is normally
the other way round.

~Karl Kraus

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The butterfly is a flying blossom,
The flower a tethered butterfly.

~Ponce Denis Écouchard Lebrun

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Beautiful and graceful, varied and enchanting, small but approachable,
collywobbles lead yous to the sunny side of life.
And everyone deserves a little sunshine.

~Jeffrey Glassberg

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Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is e'er just beyond your
grasp, but which, if you will sit down down quietly, may alight upon you.

~Nathaniel Hawthorne

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At that place is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it's going to be a butterfly.

~Richard Buckminster Fuller

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"New Spring"

With the rose the butterfly's deep in beloved,
A thousand times hovering circular;
But round himself, all tender like gold,
The sun'due south sweet ray is hovering found.

~Heinrich Heine,

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"Just living is not plenty," said the butterfly, "one must have
sunshine, freedom and a little flower."

~Hans Christian Anderson

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Love is similar a butterfly: Information technology goes where it pleases and it pleases
wherever it goes.

~Author Unknown

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"To a Butterfly"

I've watched yous at present a full half-hour;
Self-poised upon that yellow flower
And, little Butterfly! Indeed
I know not if you slumber or feed

How motionless! – not frozen seas
More motionless! and then
What joy awaits you lot, when the breeze
Hath institute you out amid the trees,
And calls you forth again!

~William Wordsworth,

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I just ask to be free. The butterflies are gratuitous.

~Charles Dickens

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The butterfly'southward bewitchery derives not only from colors and
symmetry: deeper motives contribute to it. We would not think them so
beautiful if they did non fly, or if they flew straight and briskly similar
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 decoded message, a symbol, a sign.

~Primo Levi

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And what'south a butterfly? At all-time,
He's but a caterpillar, at rest.

~John Grey

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Flowers and butterflies drift in color, illuminating spring.

~Writer Unknown

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Not quite birds, every bit they were non quite flowers, mysterious and
fascinating equally are all indeterminate creatures.

~Elizabeth Goudge

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Know thyself! A saying every bit pernicious as it is ugly. Whoever observes
himself arrests his own development. A caterpillar who wanted to know
itself well would never become a butterfly.

~Andre Gide

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Bees sip honey from flowers and hum their thanks when they go out.
The gaudy butterfly is sure that the flowers owe thank you to him.

~Rabindranath Tagore, /Stray Birds/

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We please in the dazzler of the butterfly, just rarely admit the changes
it has gone through to reach that dazzler.

~Maya Angelou

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Just like the butterfly, I too will awaken in my own time.

~Deborah Chaskin

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