There was a moth in there, and it still had its wings crumpled up, and it was just starting to pump its wings up. Life continues in lots of places, and life is a magical thing.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
After 12 years, the old butterflies came back. Well, I guess at my age you call them moths.
Between our birth and death we may touch understanding, As a moth brushes a window with its wing.
I believe that if one always looked at the skies, one would end up with wings.
It's an amazing thing to watch a lizard fold a moth into its mouth, like a sword swallower who specialises in umbrellas.
I don't think I gave 'Wings' its due. I was young. I wanted to light the world on fire.
There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love, the first fluttering of its silken wings.
Butterfly was certainly a vehicle for me, and if it died, it still would have served its purpose, in spades. We never expected it to give me the visibility it has given me. It was just a small thing as a vehicle, and suddenly the whole world knew about it.
Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.
The sky broke like an egg into full sunset and the water caught fire.
The sound of a million butterflies flapping their wings is indescribable. It's very heavenly.