#utter

Peanut butter is my frenemy. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#adventure #art #being #chance #chaos

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 had comforted her and told her not to be sad for the butterflies, that just because their lives were short didn't mean they were tragic. Watching them flying in the warm sun among the daisies in their garden, her mother had said to her, see, they have a beautiful life. Alice liked remembering that. ↗

— Lisa Genova

#inspirational #life #beauty

You’re much too beautiful for tears. ↗

— Laura Miller

#butterfly-weeds #love #beauty

Do you still look at each other like you once did, back at the beginning of the story when everything was a question you were too afraid to find the answer to? ↗

— Alethea Kontis

#enchanted #love #marriage #sunday-woodcutter #love

My mind may be in gutter, Abigail, but at least I’m looking at an angel! ↗

— Tom Conrad

#beauty #gutter #love #lovers #romance

It used to be thought that the events that changed the world were things like big bombs, maniac politicians, huge earthquakes, or vast population movements, but it has now been realized that this is a very old-fashioned view held by people totally out of touch with modern thought. The things that really change the world, according to Chaos theory, are the tiny things. A butterfly flaps its wings in the Amazonian jungle, and subsequently a storm ravages half of Europe. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#chaos-theory #change

They open their wings, flash patterns and color, fly from flower toflower. I, with the dark brittles and many feet of the former form, inchalong the ground. Sometimes all I want is two armfuls of air, a fistful of sky. ↗

— Nina Kiriki Hoffman

#change #flight #freedom #change

It's promising and seductive, that huge Italian family, sitting around the dinner table, surrounded by olive trees. But it's not my family and I am not their family, and no amount of birthing sons, and cooking dinner and raking leaves or planting the gardens or paying for the plane tickets is going to change that. If I don't come back in eleven months, I will not be missed, and no one will write me or call me to acknowledge my absence. Which is not an accusation, just a small truth about clan and bloodline. ↗

— Gabrielle Hamilton

#bones-butter #change

This flesh in which we live is nothing more than a cocoon, and only when we step out of it do we truly begin to live. ↗

— Nancy Stephan

#death #inspirational #life #death

Well, I must endure the presence of a few caterpillars if I wish to become acquainted with the butterflies. ↗

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

#caterpillars #philosophy #philosophy