Quotessence
Home / Authors / butterflies rising

butterflies rising Quotes

Author

Filter quotes by topic

Famous butterflies rising Quotes

“it's ok to take small steps and deep breaths, love… but you also have to learn to take up your own space. and to not say you're sorry when you do. and you're going to be rejected for these wings you're growing and these fires you're starting… for all of this sweet and wild rebellion in you… but these are such. beautiful. things. so you have to keep choosing you. because nothing will matter if you reject you. if it needs you small… you just can't let it hold you still anymore.”

“where we are drawn and pulled. and when we are shifted and stirred. in what makes us feel. and feel alive. or feel understood, like outstretched hands and lifelines, like home. in our self-searching, where we feel soul memory. or in the inspiration touches and in what feels like free and brings us wide-lung breathing. and in our fire-catching and lightning-chasing, they meet us there with sparks. where we light-find and heart-reach or lose breath and dream wild… i think we find our soulmates in the places we go to find our souls.”

“sometimes… letting go is just noticing. a little change in your breath. how it comes a little easier from your lungs. how you feel just a little different in your skin, like it holds a little less memory of what hurt you and a little more texture of who you are. it’s just finally surrendering. giving in to the loosening of your grip on what you can no longer hold on to because it just hurts too. much. to keep holding on. so you decide it might be ok- it might be essential to start letting go. and you let go just a little bit. and then a little bit more. and you let it fall through your fingers again and again and again until you finally feel free.”

“he said, what do you want? i said… you. he said, no. i want to know what you want… for you. i want… to search. and stretch. and grow. and glow. and drip myself in wild creativity, and burn and breathe at once in this skin. in these lungs. wings untethered, under the moon, into the sky, and to dream big and bigger and biggest, and to feel free in here… inside my anxious chest. to just. feel. free. and to have the universe say… yes, you are worthy of all this. and yes… you. …the way you give me butterflies and adrenaline highs, and who you are, and how you are, and how you think and speak and feel and exist and move, and there’s this feeling when you look at me… i think this is maybe love… how you actually give a damn about all this mess inside my head.”

“what if today i breathe easy here in my skin, and exhale, unafraid, trusting that there is a destiny-kissed grace saving me from any cruel wind that may blow back. i could stand a little stronger in my space… knowing that it’s universe-given and me-shaped. maybe i'll even glow a little here, be a little wider-winged and brighter-lighted. let myself consider that everything i am and all that i want to be is ok. and maybe not just ok… but what if i am perfectly on purpose. and what if i can trust that every next step is the one i'm meant to take and that even when i feel wayward, i'm still always on my destiny-blessed way.”

“i think i've always fought stillness with chaos… maybe because it feels easier… you can't be shaken from your footing if you've never even had it, right? but now i'm being asked to stay still in the uncertainty, to try to learn to breathe easy in all this delicate nuance… to start to question the way i've made such a habit out of fearful, so breath-held and chest-tight, always just hoping for gentle in the unknown… because what if life doesn't have to just “not hurt”… what if there could be something so beautiful waiting for me in the unknown”

“we can fall into others with so much intensity and gravity, but then, when it comes to ourselves, we can struggle just to find a simple acceptance. but what if self-love is so much more than just a tolerance of yourself. and what if the things that feel like they are just leaving you on your own are not, but they are asking you to learn to choose yourself… and to do it with the same kind of fierce and reckless passion that you have chosen others. and what if that's what this part of your journey is for.”

“this love story has been a slow fall. and these wings have been a slow unfold. and there has been a fight here for my worth, and it sure has been a hard-fought one, and this road home has been a long one… but there’s a little bit of light here now. and even though it’s been a long time coming… the light is coming. and as uncertain as i am of how much farther i have to go, i know now that i’ve got it in me to keep going. and until i feel free… i know now that this heart won’t give up.”

“on heartbreak and healing… there isn’t just “something to be fixed” here; there’s a journey to take… you aren’t going to go through this just to go back to who you were before. and this heartbreak may feel like a burning season, but there’s a promise in this violence… the healing will be a blooming season, and alchemy is the way through. you’re meant to come out of this something different and beautiful on the other side.”

“what if the things you feel inside of you that make it hard for you to be here are part of why you’re here? what you have and what you hold inside… you can’t feel it anywhere else here yet. but what if the way you can’t feel it anywhere around you is a reason for you to be here. because what you feel, what you dream, how you love, what you create, the way you shift the air and change the space and pull in the light… it’s how and who you are, and it’s your light to give here. those things you feel in you but don’t yet see, you’re meant to breathe them into being.”

“you wanted me to dream. and you just wouldn't ever let me give in to the give-up. you'd say… “you better stay hellbent in your heart and go where it wants you to go… because it will ache if you don't.” and when i ache a little from waiting on a dream, i remember what you said, and i stay hellbent in my heart, and i try to go where it wants me to go… because i know that it will ache even more if i don't.”

“i have to believe that what we ache for inside of us about who we want to become… is an on-purpose thing. that it's a memory of our soul texture and it's an imprint on our compass. something already a part of us or something we're surely destined to find. and how it all unfolds, and the pathways we have to take to get there, and how exactly it all will look when we do… that's all maybe not so certain. but if there's an ache for it, then it's on purpose. and if we feel it, then it's possible. and some way, somehow… we're destined to find it; we're meant to become it.”

“in spite of anyone else's barriers and limitations and boxes and stories… i hope you let yourself dream. and search. and discover. and grow. and be many-layered, and curious, and unlimited… and passionate and wild… and soft and vulnerable… and have depth or lightness… and be found or lost… and be as many other things as you want to be. and i hope you find a way to be unafraid and unapologetic and undeterred as you do… because other people’s barriers and limitations and boxes and stories are just that… theirs.”

“Ways To Break This Southern Girl’s Heart after Diane Lato's “Easy Ways To Break My Heart” – give her unsweetened tea. there are no two more terrible words to a southern girl when put together – tell her you're an alabama fan. you've gotta know that she's gonna bleed volunteer orange ‘til the end no matter – tell her you don't like the mountains. her heart has east tennessee sunrises imprinted on it… and she wants to show you every sunlit, treelined, starkissed view – turn down the volume when ‘country girl' by ray lamontagne comes on. papa used to play it for her on the porch, and she's gotta hear every bit of it, every time – you wanna really crush her heart? then ask to meet her daddy. because he isn't in her heart anymore. he was the first one who broke it, and in too many ways, long ago – and if you wanna just completely shatter her into pieces… then try to give her an ordinary love. because she needs love like wildfire. like forever-fire. until every last southern sun sets. till the stars burn out. and to know her heart is finally safe… with you …she needs to know that breaking her heart is the very last thing you would ever want to do.”

“i saw one step. in the dark. not a path. not even two steps. so i took just one step. and i didn't know if there would be another one waiting, but i took it anyways… because i'm trying to have a brave heart even when it feels so. dark. so with no light and everything unknown and not even very much hope, i took a little step. and then… there was another little step. and everything in me breathed wild relief, not because i'm where i want to be yet… but because there was another step. and so now i have a little hope. and i still don't know what's waiting, and i don't know when i'll get to where i pray that i'm going, but i know that when i do… i'll look back and see just how much it mattered that i took that one little step.”