*erinnoel*:
With the rose the butterfly's deep in love, A thousand times hovering round; But round himself, all tender like gold, The sun's sweet ray is hovering found.
*erinnoel*:
"Butterflies are self propelled flowers."
*erinnoel*:
“How does one become a butterfly?" she asked. "You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar.”
*erinnoel*:
“Early one morning, just as the sun was rising, / I heard a maid singing in the valley below: / `Oh, don't deceive me; Oh, never leave me! / How could you use a poor maiden so?'”
*erinnoel*:
i know a place...
*erinnoel*:
Why do we love the sea? It is because it has some potent power to make us think things we like to think.
*erinnoel*:
“We must be willing to get rid of the life we've planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.”
*erinnoel*:
“The sky broke like an egg into full sunset and the water caught fire.”
*erinnoel*:
God loved the birds and invented trees. Man loved the birds and invented cages.
*erinnoel*:
“He remembered that she was pretty, and, more, that she had a special grace in the intimacy of life. She had the secret of individuality which excites--and escapes.”
*erinnoel*:
"Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction."