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Dear is like a butterfly:  It goes where it pleases and information technology pleases wherever it goes.  ~Author 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.

I Twenty-four hour period Butterfly

Aren't we all i-day butterflies,
not aware of time.
Searching for partners or beloved
until Death kisses u.s..
Then in his arms, tenderly rocked,
waiting for a new chance
to fly away again
and bring together the trip the light fantastic
of the one-day butterfly

A Chrysalis

My piddling Mädchen found one day
A curious something in her play,
That was non fruit, nor flower, nor seed;
It was non anything that grew,
Or crept, or climbed, or swam, or flew;
Had neither legs nor wings, indeed;
And yet she was not sure, she said,
Whether information technology was alive or dead.

She brought it in her tiny hand
To see if I would sympathize,
And wondered when I made reply,
"You've found a baby butterfly."
"A butterfly is not similar this,"
With doubtful look she answered me.
So then I told her what would be
Some day within the chrysalis;
How, slowly, in the dull brown affair
Now still as decease, a spotted wing,
And then another, would unfold,
Till from the empty shell would wing
A pretty fauna, past and by,
All radiant in blue and gilded.

"And volition it, truly?" questioned she—
Her laughing lips and eager optics
All in a sparkle of surprise
"And shall your petty Mädchen run into?"
"She shall!" I said. How could I tell
That ere the worm inside 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 see it fly,—
And sorrowing I wonder why
The empty trounce is mine alone.
Peradventure the secret lies in this:
I too had found a chrysalis,
And Death that robbed me of delight
Was just the radiant creature'southward flight!

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

Afterward Wings

This was your butterfly, you see,
His fine wings fabricated him vain:
The caterpillars clamber, but he
Passed them in rich disdain.
My pretty boy says, "Permit him be
Just a worm once more!"

O child, when things have learned to clothing
Wings once, they must exist fain
To keep them always high and fair:
Think of the creeping pain
Which fifty-fifty a butterfly must deport
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 similar a butterfly
With frail bluish wings.
The happy globe looks at the heaven
And sings.

From Cocoon forth a Butterfly

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

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

Her pretty parasol was seen
Contracting in a field
Where men made hay, then struggling hard
With an opposing deject,

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

And not withstanding bee that worked,
And bloom that zealous blew,
This audience of idleness
Disdained them, from the sky,

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

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

Mariposa

Butterflies are white and blue
In this field we wander through.
Suffer me to accept your hand.
Death comes in a day or 2.

All the things we ever knew
Will exist ashes in that hour,
Mark the transient butterfly,
How he hangs upon the flower.

Suffer me to take your paw.
Suffer me to cherish y'all
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 April.

Ode to a butterfly

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

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

Or is thy lustre drawn from heavenly hues,
A sumptuous drifting fragment of the sky,
Defenseless when the dusk 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 brusque hours, and dice?

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

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

And all the same the soul of man upon thy wings
Forever soars in aspiration; thou
His keepsake of the new career that springs
When expiry'south arrest bids all his spirit bow.
He seeks his promise in thee
Of immortality.
Symbol of life, me with such faith 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 manner,
And total of flame.

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

I dance above the tawny grass
In the sunny air,
So tantalized to have to pass
Dear everywhere

O Earth, O Sky, you are mine to roam
In liberty.
I am the soul and I have no home,
Take care of me.

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

There 'southward 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 there,
And I am and so sweet,
That what it lacks of the glad and off-white
I fill consummate.

The little white moon was once similar me;
Just her wings are i.
Or perhaps they closëd together be
As she swings in the sun.

When the clovers close their three dark-green wings
Just as I exercise,
I creep to the primrose eye of things,
And shut mine, likewise.

And then wide opens the candid night,
Serene and intense;
For she has, instead of love and low-cal,
God's confidence.

And I watch that other butterfly,
The one-winged moon,
Till, drunkard with sweets in which I lie,
I dream and swoon.

And and then when I to three days abound,
I find out pain.
For swift in that location comes an ache,—I know
That I am twain.

And nevermore can I be one
In freedom.
O World, O Sky, your employ in washed,
Take care of me.

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

The instance

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

Now let my bed be hard,
No care take I;
I'll make my joy like this
Small Butterfly;
Whose happy heart has power
To make a stone a flower.

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

To a butterfly

I've watched you now a full half-60 minutes;
Self-poised upon that yellow flower
And, little Butterfly! indeed
I know not if you sleep or feed.
How motionless!–not frozen seas
More motionless! and then
What joy awaits yous, when the cakewalk
Hath found you out among the trees,
And calls you lot forth again!

This plot of orchard-ground is ours;
My trees they are, my Sister'south flowers;
Here rest your wings when they are weary;
Here lodge as in a sanctuary!
Come often to u.s., fright no wrong;
Sit well-nigh us on the bough!
We'll talk of sunshine and of vocal,
And summer days, when we were young;
Sweet kittenish days, that were as long
Equally twenty days are now.

Written in the orchard, Town-end, Grasmere.

Ii butterflies went out at noon

Two collywobbles went out at noon
And waltzed to a higher place a stream,
So stepped direct through the firmament
And rested on a axle;

And then together diameter away
Upon a shining bounding main,
Though never notwithstanding, in any port,
Their coming mentioned be.

If spoken past the distant bird,
If met in ether sea
By frigate or past 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 kiss the sun.
And find your shoulder to light on.
To bring yous luck, happiness, and riches.
Today, tomorrow, and beyond.

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

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Learn to Fly

Written by Larry James

Similar a butterfly emerges
And unfolds its svelte wings,
A spousal relationship grows and it develops
With the love each partner brings.
Your flight through life together
Is what you brand it, so achieve high
Spread your wings and larn to soar
As if with wings of a butterfly
Share together life'south great gamble
Now the two of you are 1
Shower your lover with butterfly kisses
Your infinite journey has just begun
Be a lover, friend and playmate
Learn to heed, laugh and cry
God has given you lot your wings,
But, you lot teach each other how to fly.

You're My Butterfly

Your are the virtually beautiful matter
I've always seen
You polish just like sunlight rays
On a wintertime snowfall
I just had to tell you so

Your eyes sparkle equally the stars
Like the moon they glow
Your smiling could light the earth on fire
Or did you lot know?

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

Lyrics/Song – Lenny Kravitz

A Butterfly Hovers Closely

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

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

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

To have merely one moment
Of such an exquisite flight,
Would be like a dream
Where all seems and so correct.

Writer Unknown

Butterflies

Butterflies go fluttering by
On colored wings that catch the middle.
On wings of orange, and silvery blue,
On wings of golden yellow, besides.
Butterflies float in the air,
Making their homes most anywhere:
The rainforest, field, and prairie land,
On mountaintops, and desert sand.
If winter brings the cold and snow,
To warmer climates, off they go!
Returning home the following spring,
Beautiful butterflies on the wing!

Author Unknown

A Butterfly Lights Beside Us

A butterfly lights beside us, like a sunbeam…
and for a brief moment it's glory
and beauty vest to our world…
but then it flies on again, and although
we wish it could have stayed,
we are so thankful to accept seen it at all.

Author Unknown

Butterfly

Flutter past,
Butterfly,
Floating flower
in the sky.
Osculation me with your
Petal wings—
Whisper secrets,
Tell of spring.

Author Unknown

Butterfly Wishes

Yesterday a butterfly
Came floating gently through the sky.
He soared up through the atmosphere
Then drifted close enough to hear.

I said, "I'd love to fly with you
And sail effectually the way yous do.
Information technology looks similar it would be such fun
To wing up toward the summertime dominicus.

But I have not your graceful charm.
I haven't wings, merely these two arms.
I've been designed to walk effectually.
My human anxiety must touch the basis.

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

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

I'd honey just in one case to walk around
With human being feet to touch the footing,
Just I take not ii legs that swing,
I haven't arms, merely these two wings."

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

Author Unknown

Butterflies, Oh, Butterflies

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

Butterflies, Oh, butterflies,
How could anyone dare.
to grab yous and to hold y'all
against your solemn volition?
They should only admire you
and permit you have your fill up.
of flitting hither and flitting there,
gathering up your daily fare
of nectars from the flowers vivid,
from early on morning until nighttime.

Butterflies, cute butterflies,
with so many colours rare,
it hurts my centre when one dies,
Still, does anyone truly care?

For collywobbles, butterflies,
you represent new birth,
from chrysalis until you die,
yous beautify the earth.

thank you, lovely collywobbles.

Author Unknown

Butterfly In The Wind Poem

A kid is……..

A butterfly in the wind,
Some can fly higher than others;
but each one flies the best it tin.
Why compare one confronting the other?

Each one is different!
Each one is special!
Each one is cute!

Writer Unknown

Fable of the Butterfly

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

"Information technology'southward a sign of good luck", my Female parent said.
As the butterfly stayed at my arm…
"It'south a symbol of all the beauty in life.
Make sure you do information technology 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,
then, they become out on a limb and start spinning.

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

The aureate in their wings is the"Golden Rule"…
To follow that is a must.
The blue….That means true blue.
Always be someone people can trust.

The light-green of the tip of their wing
is proverb Stay green, and you'll e'er grow.
The silver is the lining in the clouds of doubt…
that you must await for as you go through life.

Butterflies bend with the wind, it's true.
Notwithstanding they get where they want to go.
They arrive by persistence through their ain insistence…
A lesson more people should know.

Sought and valued past the whole homo race…
For their beauty, tenacity and charm.
If a butterfly ever chances to stay at your sleeve…
remember, my friend, don't fight it, but,
learn all yous tin can from the butterfly clan.
And you lot also, may get a rare item.

Author Unknown

An Indian Butterfly Fable

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

Since they make no sound, they can't tell the wish
to anyone but the Nifty Spirit.

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

Author 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 across.

A Butterfly Hovers Closely

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

A butterfly lowers and rises
With the wind's gusty breath,
As if coupled inside a trip the light fantastic toe
Of a loving tenderness.

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

To accept only ane moment
Of such an esquisite flight,
Would be similar a dream
Where all seems so right.

Writer Unknown

A Symbol of Honey

A butterfly lights beside usa similar a sunbeam
and for a brief moment, its glory and beauty
belong to our earth.

But and then information technology flies once more,
And though we wish it could have stayed…
We feel lucky to have seen it.

Author Unknown

Butterfly Quotes

"Love is like a butterfly,
information technology goes where it pleases
and information technology pleases wherever information technology goes".

Love is like a butterfly,
hold it as well tight, information technology'll crush,

agree information technology too loose, it'll fly.

Author Unknown

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

Author Unknown

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You can chase a butterfly all over the field and never grab it. But if you sit quietly in the grass it volition 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 buss the sun And detect your shoulder to calorie-free on, To bring you luck, happiness and riches Today, tomorrow and beyond.

~Irish Blessing

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Butterflies are self propelled flowers.

~R.H. Heinlein

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

~Writer 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 finish of the world, the main calls a

butterfly.

~Richard Bach

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But 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 net on a bench

where a male child sat reading a book.  It'southward a misfortune that it is ordinarily

the other manner circular.

~Karl Kraus

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The butterfly is a flying bloom,

The flower a tethered butterfly.

~Ponce Denis Écouchard Lebrun

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Beautiful and graceful, varied and enchanting, small just outgoing,

butterflies lead you to the sunny side of life.  And anybody deserves a

little sunshine.

~Jeffrey Glassberg

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

grasp, only which, if you will sit downwards quietly, may alight upon you.

~Nathaniel Hawthorne

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There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it'southward going to be a

butterfly.

~Richard Buckminster Fuller

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

butterfly in the winter forest.

~Edith Wharton

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With the rose the butterfly's deep in love,

A thousand times hovering round;

Only round himself, all tender similar gold,

The sun'southward sweet ray is hovering found.

~Heinrich Heine, "New Spring"

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"Just living is not enough," said the butterfly, "1 must have

sunshine, freedom and a piffling bloom."

~Hans Christian Anderson

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Love 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 now a total half-hour;

Self-poised upon that yellow flower

And, little Butterfly!  Indeed

I know non if you sleep or feed.

How motionless! – not frozen seas

More motionless! and and so

What joy awaits you lot, when the breeze

Hath found y'all out among the trees,

And calls you forth once again!

~William Wordsworth, "To a Butterfly"

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I but enquire to be free.  The butterflies are free.

~Charles Dickens

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The butterfly's bewitchery derives not only from colors and

symmetry:  deeper motives contribute to it.  We would non think them so

cute if they did non wing, or if they flew straight and briskly like

bees, or if they stung, or to a higher place all if they did not enact the

perturbing mystery of metamorphosis: the latter assumes in our eyes the

value of a desperately decoded bulletin, a symbol, a sign.

~Primo Levi

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And what'southward a butterfly? At best,

He's but a caterpillar, at rest.

~John Grey

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Flowers and butterflies migrate in colour, illuminating bound.

~Writer Unknown

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We are like collywobbles who flutter for a mean solar day and think it is forever.

~Carl Sagan

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This great purple butterfly,

In the prison of my easily,

Has a learning in his eye

Not a poor fool understands.

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

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[N]ot quite birds, as 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,

Main the fine art of flying directly.

~Robert Graves, "Flight Crooked"

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

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

itself well would never become a butterfly.

~Andre Gide

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Do ye not comprehend that we are worms,

Born to bring forth the celestial butterfly

That flieth unto judgment without screen?

~Dante Alighieri

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

The gaudy butterfly is certain that the flowers owe cheers to him.

~Rabindranath Tagore, /Stray Birds/

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We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes

it has gone through to reach that beauty.

~Maya Angelou

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

other side of the planet.

~Paul Erlich

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And the case of butterflies and so rich it looks

As if all summer settled at that place and died.

~Philip Larkin, "Autumn"

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In one case I read a story about a butterfly in the subway, and today, I saw

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

to Bloomingdales to purchase a hat that will turn out to exist a mistake – as

nearly all hats are.

~Nikolaus Laszlo, Nora Ephron, and Delia Ephron,

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A 1000000 collywobbles rose up from South America,

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

~Winfield Townley Scott, "Annual Fable"

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

with humans it is the other manner around:  a lovely butterfly turns into a

repulsive caterpillar.

~Anton Chekhov

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Gray canvass against the sky,

Grey butterfly!

Have you a dream for going.

Or are yous the blind current of air's blowing?

~Dana Burnet, "A Sail at Twilight"

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The paired collywobbles are already yellow with August

Over the grass in the Westward garden;

They injure me.  I grow older.

~Li Po

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This magnificent butterfly finds a picayune heap of clay and sits nonetheless on

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

~Joseph Conrad

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

~Deborah Chaskin

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

when you're twenty or thirty, but when you lot go to seventy, it stretches

into a condor.

~Billy Elmer

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Where have those flowers and butterflies all gone

That science may have staked the future on?

He seems to say the reason why so much

Should come to nothing must exist adequately faced.

~Robert Frost, "Pod of the Milkweed"

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As for collywobbles, I can hardly conceive of one's attention upon y'all;

just to question the congruence of the complement is vain, if it exists.

~Marianne Moore, "To a Steam Roller"

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

as the child is who is non yet so much taller than they are.  We adults,

on the other hand, have outgrown them and have to lower ourselves to

stoop down to them.  It seems to me that the grass hates usa when nosotros

confess our love for information technology.  Whoever would partake of all skilful things must

empathize how to be small at times.

~Friedrich Nietzsche

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The tulip and the butterfly

Announced in gayer coats than I:

Allow me be dressed fine as I will,

Flies, worms, and flowers exceed me yet.

~Isaac Watts

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

suffer much leisure.

~Gerald Brenan

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Fretfulness and butterflies are fine – they're a physical sign that yous're

mentally fix and eager.  You have to go the butterflies to fly in

germination, that's the flim-flam.

~Steve Bull

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The least thing upset him on the links.  He missed short putts considering

of the uproar of butterflies in the adjoining meadows.

~P.G. Wodehouse

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Grown-ups love figures.  When yous tell them that you have made a new

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

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

beloved best?  Does he collect collywobbles?" Instead, they demand:  "How

old is he?  How many brothers has he?  How much does he counterbalance?  How much

coin does his begetter make?"  Just from these figures do they think they

have learned anything about him.

~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, /The Little

Prince/, 1943, translated from French

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It is necessary to write, if the days are non to sideslip emptily by.  How

else, indeed, to clap the net 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 author scores over his fellows:  he catches the

changes of his mind on the hop.

~Vita Sackville-Westward

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I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or

whether I am at present a butterfly dreaming I am a man.

~Chuang Tzu

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Often in life what appears to be an ending is really a glorious new beginning".

Butterflies are self propelled flowers.

~R.H. Heinlein

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If nothing e'er inverse, there'd be no collywobbles.

~Author Unknown

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

~Attributed to George Carlin

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

~Richard Bach

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"Blue-Butterfly Day"

But these are flowers that wing and all but sing:
And now from having ridden out want
They lie closed over in the current of air 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 sabbatum reading a book. It'south a misfortune that it is usually
the other style 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, modest but approachable,
butterflies lead yous to the sunny side of life.
And anybody deserves a little sunshine.

~Jeffrey Glassberg

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Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is ever just across your
grasp, just which, if you volition sit down down quietly, may alight upon yous.

~Nathaniel Hawthorne

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There is cipher in a caterpillar that tells you it'south going to be a butterfly.

~Richard Buckminster Fuller

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"New Spring"

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

~Heinrich Heine,

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"But living is not plenty," said the butterfly, "ane must have
sunshine, liberty and a petty flower."

~Hans Christian Anderson

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Beloved is similar a butterfly: It goes where information technology pleases and information technology pleases
wherever information technology goes.

~Writer Unknown

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"To a Butterfly"

I've watched y'all at present a total one-half-hour;
Self-poised upon that yellow flower
And, piffling Butterfly! Indeed
I know not if y'all sleep or feed

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

~William Wordsworth,

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I only enquire to be gratuitous. The butterflies are costless.

~Charles Dickens

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The butterfly's bewitchery derives not simply from colors and
symmetry: deeper motives contribute to it. We would not remember them so
beautiful if they did not wing, or if they flew direct 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 optics the
value of a decoded message, a symbol, a sign.

~Primo Levi

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And what'due south a butterfly? At best,
He's only a caterpillar, at residue.

~John Greyness

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Flowers and butterflies migrate in colour, illuminating spring.

~Author Unknown

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Not quite birds, equally they were not quite flowers, mysterious and
fascinating as are all indeterminate creatures.

~Elizabeth Goudge

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Know thyself! A maxim as pernicious as it is ugly. Whoever observes
himself arrests his own evolution. A caterpillar who wanted to know
itself well would never go a butterfly.

~Andre Gide

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Bees sip dearest 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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Nosotros delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes
it has gone through to achieve 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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