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A power of Butterfly must be - The Aptitude to fly Meadows of Majesty concedes And easy Sweeps of Sky -
April's air stirs in
Willow-leaves ... a butterfly
Floats and balances
Blowfish, did you say?" "Ah, no. Blofis, actually." "Oh, I see," Poseidon said. "A shame. I quite like blowfish.
Ballet in the air ... Twin butterflies until, twice white They Meet, they mate
The Dragonfly Charm
Embrace The Magic of Nature & Life Will Be Filled with Good Fortune
a cloud of black-and-orange butterflies for the Mullendores.
Flight, its upper and lower wings spread wide, its toy-car wheels resting lightly on the grass, its long tail tapering behind. The weather was fine with gentle breezes, and the little aircraft trembled in the wind,
What are you doing, looking at me with one eye and chasing a fly with the other?
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.
If life has hit out at you, and you weren't prepared for it, a little housefly has only to cough and it will knock you flat
A constant flickering confetti of butterflies showered the town of Darwin. Designer insects, I think of them now: there was something enormously wasteful, extravagant even, about the profusion of patterns and shapes and brilliant colours.
I do not want to be a fly,I want to be a worm!
My soul has painted like the wings of butterflies,
Fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die,
I can fly, my friends ...
Tiny Salmoneus of the air His mimic bolts the firefly threw.
There are only two words with four letters which can make us fly: Wing and Love.
Let me fly, let me see things that are hidden from other eyes.
The bird of youth flies away and doesn't come back. Fly, boy, fly!
The popular breeze - Aura popularis
Have you seen a blowfish driving a sports car?
Less flapping, more flying!
I don't kill flies but I like to mess with their minds. I hold them above globes. They freak out and yell, 'Whoa, I'm way too high!'
Buying a fly rod in the average city store, that is, joining it up and safely waggling it a bit, is much like seeing a woman's arm protruding from a car window: all one can readily be sure of is that the window is open.
A butterfly is a flying flower with dancing heart.
A rare piece of magic, don't let it FLY by you
The sky was of the deepest blue, with a few white, fleecy clouds drifting lazily across it, and the air was filled with the low drone of insects or with a sudden sharper note as bee or bluefly shot past with its quivering, long-drawn hum, like an insect tuning-fork.
The fly that no one to advise it follows the corpse into the grave.
The Venus flytrap, a devouring organism, aptly named for the goddess of love.
Flies are the price we pay for summer.
Let me fly with you.Fly-- Sylvia Plath
A barge of mist floated along the water, and dragonflies, iridescent blue ones, darted back and forth like they were stitching up the air.
Poised for flight, Wings spread bright, Spring from night into the Sun.
Sun-struck,
stuck in mid tropic strut, it sometimes stands
as if considering how to cool avian plastic,
dive into the mown lagoon of lawn;
how take flight on dayglow flap-
doodle wings, no matter
if it is ball-bald going nowhere fast.
Fireflies ... They'll follow you wherever you like, as long as you're polite to 'em.
Let us fly, Madam Harpy Queen. Show me how you dance on the wind.
You're my wings. You made me fly.
Don't just fly, soar.
So to every man, soon or late, comes envy of the fly, with all the long joys of summer before it.
I was making pancakes the other day and a fly flew into the kitchen. And that's when I realized that a spatula is a lot like a fly swatter. And a crushed fly is a lot like a blueberry. And a roommate is a lot like a fly eater.
Wraiths! Wraiths on wings!
Baby bye Here's a fly, Let us watch him. you and I, How he crawls Up the walls Yet he never falls.
Let your imagination fly.
Let your spirit shine in the sky.
Let stars brighten your eye.
Let's be drunk with love and fly
Flies purify the air, and plays--the morals.
Fly it like you stole it!
Fly Dog, fly! I will be your missing eye, and you will be my wings.
And if you say a word about this over the radio, the next wings you see will belong to the flies buzzing over your rotting corpse.
Mr. Beeblebrox, sir,' said the insect in awed wonder, 'you're so weird you should be in movies.;
'Yeah,' said Zaphod patting the thing on a glittering pink wing, 'and you, baby, should be in real life.' The insect paused for a moment
A butterfly is a flying flower with a dancing heart.
You used to be fly, but you crashed your plane.
Fly-fishing is solitary, contemplative, misanthropic, scientific in some hands, poetic in others, and laced with conflicting aesthetic considerations. It's not even clear if catching fish is actually the point.
You have escaped the cage. Your wings are stretched out. Now fly.
Outside our small safe place flies mystery.
A moment later Jonathan's body wavered in the air, shimmering, and began to go transparent. Don't let them spread silly rumors about me, or make me a god. O.K., Fletch? I'm a seagull. I like to fly, maybe ...
With the wings of love, fly
in the imaginative and joyful blue sky.
Butterflies,
the embodiment of myth,
the articulation of the past,
first for the elite,
then for the rest of us.
Calliope feathers on the wings of my hopes and my dreams,
To some day fly high in the lavender sky.
A warm wind caresses my face,
And my heart overflows with grace.
The dawn breaks to herald a dazzling new day,
As I hover, zip, zoom The Hummingbird Way.
Flying fosters fantasies of childhood, of omnipotence, rapid shifts of being, miraculous moments; it stirs our capacity for dreaming.
The dreary flies, lazy and casual,
Stick to the ceiling, buzz along the wall.
O heart, the spider shuffles from the mould
Weaving, between the pinks and grapes, his pall.
beetle-spirited vaporing
I should like to present myself to the young painters of the year 2000 with the wings of a butterfly.
I'm still fly, I'm sky high and I dare anybody to try and cut my wings
Let the little fairy in you fly!
It flies so high, I swear I heard the organs playing.
In the summer evenings, fireflies swarm around the tarn, making something hateful almost beautiful.
A tiny fly can choke a big man.
Wings are made to Fly
I am a butterfly drunk with life. I don't know where to soar, but I won't allow life to clip my beautiful wings.
My beloved jay, give me a name now. call out the name you give me, looking into the deepest place in your heart. Everytime you call my name, I'll fly to you and be your wings.
A few feathery flakes are scattered widely through the air, and hover downward with uncertain flight, now almost alighting on the earth, now whirled again aloft into remote regions of the atmosphere.
This morning I'm a mosquito, now you're a flying cart? Arosia
Just for fun I flew in huge banking arcs, taking deep breaths, enjoying the feel of my newly weightless hair. The stylist had called it "wind tossed."
If only she knew.
You can't just stand there if you want something to fly. You have to run -Cecily
I'm a bat, want to see me fly?
You begin to fly when you let go of self-limiting beliefs and allow your mind and aspirations to rise to greater heights.
Bound by Blood, Marked by the Dragonfly.
I wish these flies would piss off.
Don't kill! ...
The fly is asking you
To save his life
By rubbing his hands together
If there is one creature that represents my essence, it's butterflies.
The flies of some other summer darkening its windowsills.
I am lost in the embrace of a soft summer night, surrendering to its ecstasy while the voyeuristic fireflies wink knowingly.
I love to see the sunshine on the wings of the Dragonflies... there is magic in it.
There is a scene in the movie where Astrid and Hiccup fly on Toothless's back toward the island of Berk. The animation is intensely real, from the waves on the sea to wisps of wind blowing in the characters' hair. The feeling I get watching that scene is why I fly - just for that feeling.
It's a Magril - a bird that's native to Gillikin Country. It spends half its life as a beetle, and when it's an adult, it goes to sleep for a year and wakes up as this majestic creature."
"Kind of like a butterfly."
"Kind of like you," he said.
I'd like to fly.
I have wings on the back of my shoulders,
and I'm ready to fly.
Hundreds of butterflies flitted in and out of sight like short-lived punctuation marks in a stream of consciousness without beginning or end.
TZETZE (or TSETSE) FLY, n. An African insect ("Glossina morsitans") whose bite is commonly regarded as nature's most efficacious remedy for insomnia, though some patients prefer that of the American novelist ("Mendax interminabilis").
THE WONDERFUL EXPLOITS OF GRASSHOPPER.
Wings - -vast shimmering wings, their reach so great they swept the walls on either side of the alley, each feather like the wind-tugged lick of a candle flame.
Butterflys are free
On the bat's back I do fly
After summer merrily.
The careful insect 'midst his works I view,
Now from the flowers exhaust the fragrant dew,
With golden treasures load his little thighs,
And steer his distant journey through the skies.
Butterflies, butterflies
They were meant to fly
You and i, you and i
We were colours in the sky
I was much entertained last summer with a tame bat, which would take flies out of a person's hand.
Dragonflies didn't imagine they could sense the future; they just flew about, enjoying the sun on their wings.
Mrs. Teasdale congratulates him on his coronation and sovereignty: "The eyes of the world are upon you. Notables from every country are gathered here in your honor. This is a gala day for you." Firefly replies: "Well, a gal a day is enough for me. I don't think I could handle any more."
The butterfly startled at Mary's gesture and floated up, drifting on the breeze, its wings sparkling blue and bright in the late afternoon sunshine.
Silence watched it, enthralled, and then her eyes met Michael's.
A corner of his mouth cocked up. Welcome home, m'love.
Please don't take my wings...
Go, and be as the butterfly
Shuttered like a fan no-one suspects your shoulder blades of wings. While you lay on your belly I kneaded the hard edges of your flight. You are a fallen angel but still as the angels are; body light as a dragonfly, great gold wings cut across the sun.
One great thing about fly fishing is that after a while nothing exists of the world but thoughts about fly fishing