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“nothing feels as rich, as expensive, as being held by hands laced in respect, strong hands that can be soft and slow against your skin like flowers, like curiosity… and eyes that mean what they say when they say all those things that eyes say… like, it's safe here. and there's truth here. and there's depth in here. and full. attention. that undeniable, can't not. must have. ache for you, ache for this… nothing. but. this. kind of aching in you reaching for an aching me… those are the priceless things, give me your priceless things.”

“i think you're made of flowers how you bloom when there's light on your skin. you feel all that fire in your soul and it's. so. beautiful. but keep letting the sweetness in. let yourself feel the glow. be gentle with your raging heart and softer with your chaos. you are a wild thing, but you are such a tender thing… so maybe let even a little more of that gentle in with how you grow. dig out from the dark what you need to and burn down what you have to but then let yourself light up. let in a little more sweetness and a little more glow… and let yourself feel all the ways you're made of flowers.”

“he loved my fire… as long as i was held tight within his grasp. but when i was out of his line of sight, i'd better be somewhere soft-voiced and southern-charmed, sitting still and not looking too pretty. and so i made myself sweeter and smaller and less and less and less, for his fears… and in the end, he still couldn't love me. and i didn't love me either. but i'm slowly starting to… and i want to love all of me. so the next time a boy wants to bring me flowers, he has to want to love my fire too.”

“maybe it tangles with chaos and loses hold of safe and sane… but that kind of love will be like wildfire. and the way they touch you will feel like wildfire. and your heart… it will take everything in like it’s on fire. and it may be heavy on your soul when it breaks you, but only because you burned so deep for it. maybe it’s brutal when you have to let it fall from your hands, but god, how beautiful it feels when you’re holding it.”

“why would we ever ask each other to come out from our corners of self-safety and crumble down our walls for anything that wouldn't be as true and deep and beautifully wild and as gutted open and as raging as to be living, breathing thunderstorms in each other's arms, tracing our fingers through starlight… why would i move when i'm this. terrified. to move. so if you're going to ask me to shed away my safety …let it be for everything beautiful imaginable under god.”

“this is my heart, so if i give it to you… take it where a heart can race and a soul can run free, but still be held… close. where wild is a love language, but trust is still a sure thing, and vulnerable a feeling we know, but fire a flavor we taste when we kiss and passion something that burns in us and all around us… i wanna feel chills run through me with just. a finger touch. when you look at me… it's like i lose my senses and find my way home, all at once. so take me with you… let's go where everything is soft and wild; give me love like flowers and fire.”