Memories are like fireflies darting across the surface of my mind, showing me here and there images so sharp and vivid that I catch my breath in wonder before the vignette disappears, sinking like a pebble into the quicksand of regret and recrimination.
Events are the ephemera of history; they pass across its stage like fireflies, hardly glimpsed before they settle back into darkness and as often as not into oblivion. Every event, however brief, has to be sure a contribution to make, lights up some dark corner or even some wide vista of history.fernand braudel
The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to search And wash the whole world clean as gold; The olives crystallized the vales' Broad slopes until the hills grew strong: The fireflies and the nightingales Throbbed each to either, flame and song. The nightingales, the nightingales.
And the fireflies, Wah-wah-taysee, Waved their torches to mislead him.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Is it where the flow'r of the orange blows, And the fireflies dance thro' the myrtle boughs?felicia hemans
The fireflies o'er the meadow In pulses come and go.james russell lowell
Many a night I saw the Pleiads rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fireflies tangled in a silver braid.