A host of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
I lingered around them, under the 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.
All craftsmen share a knowledge. They have held Reality down fluttering to a bench.
A few minutes later the little Prince of Wales was garlanded with Tom's fluttering odds and ends, and the little Prince of Pauperdom was tricked out in the gaudy plumage of royalty. The two went and stood side by side before a great mirror, and lo, a miracle: there did not seem to have been any change made!mark twain
Deception, flattering, lying, deluding, talking behind the back, putting up a false front, living in borrowed splendor, wearing a mask, hiding behind convention, playing a role for others and for oneself in short, a continuous fluttering around the solitary flame of vanity is so much the rule and the law among men that there is almost nothing which is less comprehensible than how an honest and pure drive for truth could have arisen among them. They are deeply immersed in illusions and in dream images; their eyes merely glide over the surface of things and see "forms."friedrich nietzsche
The sun was gone now; the curled moon was like a little feather fluttering far down the gulf.
This remote kingdom, a place of ancient monasteries , fluttering prayer flags and staggering natural beauty . Less than 40 years ago, Bhutan opened its borders for the first time. Since then, it has gained an almost mythical status as a real- life Shangri-La , largely for its determined and methodical pursuit of the most elusive of concepts – national happiness.
The fluttering of a butterfly’s wing in Rio de Janeiro, amplified by atmospheric currents, could cause a tornado in Texas two weeks later.
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils. Beside the lake, beneath the trees, fluttering and dancing in the breeze.william wordsworth
A butterfly fluttering over the vendor's Dry flowers of spring Only two days it flies Caught by the lost boy Yet still.
Next to thee, O fair gazelle, O Beddowee girl, beloved so well; Next to the fearless Nedjidee, Whose fleetness shall bear me again to thee; Next to ye both I love the Palm, With his leaves of beauty, his fruit of balm; Next to ye both I love the Tree Whose fluttering shadow wraps us three With love, and silence, and mystery!bayard taylor
I wandered lonelyas a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, fluttering and dancing in the breeze.william wordsworth