Quotes About Chasing Butterflies

#1. Don't waste your time chasing butterflies. Mend your garden, and the butterflies will come.

Mario Quintana

#2. You know those adages about smelling the roses and chasing butterflies? The markets are my butterflies and my roses.

Bill Gross

#3. Realize what you really want. It stops you from chasing butterflies and puts you to work digging gold.

William Moulton Marston

#4. So... are you also chasing butterflies?

Natasha Tsakos

#5. The final outcome of the credit expansion is general impoverishment.

Ludwig Von Mises

#6. difference is trampled under foot and conformity is elevated to a virtue

Marcus Bussey

#7. I was surrounded by love, and not some cheesy, overbearing, faux in-your-face kind of love, but real, intimate, I-know-all-your-quirks-and-habits-and-still-love-you kind of love.

Samantha Young

#8. The few times I said to myself anywhere: 'Now that's a nice spot for a permanent home,' I would immediately hear in my mind the thunder of an avalanche carrying away the hundreds of far places which I would destroy by the very act of settling in one particular nook of the earth.

Vladimir Nabokov

#9. Don't be a hog: the only time a hog helps the community is when he dies.

Evan Esar

#10. Don't go chasing after butterflies, when everything you want is right by your side.

Norah Jones

#11. She had gills while other people were breathing with lungs. There was, however, no point in dwelling on it, as it was too later to grow up differently.

Sonja Yoerg

#12. Often it doesn't occur to you what kind of novel you're writing until quite late on.

Martin Amis

#13. When I was younger I was really shy, but I'd always be singing, driving my family crazy. Apparently I was even singing when I was in the cot. That probably didn't sound too good!

Pixie Lott

#14. Fortune Town IT Mall and buy software and electronics of all sorts very, very, very cheap,

Ramez Naam

#15. I should confess that I'm woefully under-read in South African fiction.

Damon Galgut

#16. The small seed of despair cracks open and sends experimental tendrils upward to the fragile skin of calm holding him together.

Judith Guest