Fluttering – Quotes

There is a thing,

There is a thing, like a bird, weak and fluttering within my chest, i cradle it and care for it as anyone should an injured thing, yet, i silently pray for it’s death. Gabriel Macht

His whole body was completely still, except the wings, which were still fluttering a little, like when someone dies. That’s when he finally understood that of all the things the angel had told him, nothing was true. That he wasn’t even an angel, just a liar with wings. Etgar Keret

I’ve missed you,” he

I’ve missed you,” he whispers softly. The air between them is electric as he leans in, gently brushing his lips against her neck. In the next room, the guests complain about the sudden increase in temperature. Fans are drawn from colorful bags, fluttering like tropical birds. Erin Morgenstern

wondered how anyone could

wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth. Emily Bronte

I lingered round them,

I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth. Emily Bronte

And how to paint

And how to paint your lovely hands, fluttering over the silks like two dark birds? Elizabeth Borton de Trevino

The wild bird that

The wild bird that flies so lone and far has somewhere its nest and brood. A little fluttering heart of love impels its wings, and points its course. There is nothing so solitary as a solitary man. Edwin Hubbel Chapin

When a butterfly flutters

When a butterfly flutters its wings in one part of the world, it can eventually cause a hurricane in another. Edward Norton Lorenz

Vain-glorious man, when fluttering

Vain-glorious man, when fluttering wind does blow In his light wing’s, is lifted up to sky; The scorn of-knighthood and true chivalry. To think, without desert of gentle deed And noble worth, to be advanced high, Such praise is shame, but honour, virtue’s meed, Doth bear the fairest flower in honourable seed. Edmund Spenser

Now when you cut

Now when you cut a forest, an ancient forest in particular, you are not just removing a lot of big trees and a few birds fluttering around in the canopy. You are drastically imperiling a vast array of species within a few square miles of you. The number of these species may go to tens … Read more