For when ideas flutter in haze, we collaborate without notice and collect them as butterflies only to set them free into the world.
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 brok...
When the spirit of nature touches us, our hearts turn into a butterfly!
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 back.
God begins to paint the clouds in the eastern sky when the mountains butterflies come flying home
We are all butterflies. Earth is our chrysalis.
My thoughts are like butterflies. They are beautiful, but they fly away.
This time of year, the purple blooms were busy with life- not just the bees, but butterflies and ladybugs, skippers and emerald-toned beetles, flitting hummingbirds and sapphire dragonflies. The sun-w...
In our day and age, global society has been saturated with the wrong teaching of false positivity. The denial of darkness never equates the abundance of light. And the denial of your actual character...
Butterflies can't see their wings. They can't see how truly beautiful they are, but everyone else can. People are like that as well.
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...