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I love that feeling of being in love, the effect of having butterflies when you wake up in the morning. That is special.

Everyone is like a butterfly, they start out ugly and awkward and then morph into beautiful graceful butterflies that everyone loves.

I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo.

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

Butterflies are always following me, everywhere I go.

Art is the fatal net which catches these strange moments on the wing like mysterious butterflies, fleeing the innocence and distraction of common men.

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

I will try to cram these paragraphs full of facts and give them a weight and shape no greater than that of a cloud of blue butterflies.

Musical ideas sprang to my mind like a flight of butterflies, and all I had to do was to stretch out my hand to catch them.

I get terrible butterflies. Before I go onstage, I'll have to freak out for five minutes. I scream. It seems to help!

After 12 years, the old butterflies came back. Well, I guess at my age you call them moths.

I also had this artist friend who'd paint butterflies and things like that on my head.

It's so bizarre, I'm not scared of snakes or spiders. But I'm scared of butterflies. There is something eerie about them. Something weird!

Not for a moment, beautiful aged Walt Whitman, have I failed to see your beard full of butterflies.

Realize what you really want. It stops you from chasing butterflies and puts you to work digging gold.

Well, again working strictly to the film, where you had this lovely, lovely land of brightness and color. And everybody is smiling and happy and butterflies flitting around and it was that kind of image that, it was like a dream world, really.

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

Men pass in front of our eyes like butterflies, creatures of a brief season. We love them; they are brave, proud, beautiful, clever; and they die almost at once. They die so soon that our hearts are continually racked with pain.

What's a butterfly garden without butterflies?

There were butterflies, otherwise, you're not really ready to play. The locker room, I remember, was quiet and we were very focused on playing that game.