Butterfly Release Quotes & Sayings

The Nixon administration really put a lot of pressure on CBS not to run the second broadcast. — Ben Bradlee

I don't play NT games, If you want me to know something tell me, simple! — Tina J. Richardson

Tous les jours on couche avec des femmes qu'on n'aime pas, et l'on ne couche pas avec des femmes qu'on aime. Every day we sleep with women we do not love and don't sleep with the women we do love. — Denis Diderot

And it's what you never will write," said the Controller. "Because, if it were really like Othello nobody could understand it, however new it might be. And if were new, it couldn't possibly be like Othello. — Aldous Huxley

Beyond natural history Other biological sciences take up the study at other levels of organization: dissecting the individual into organs and tissues and seeing how these work together, as in physiology; reaching down still further to the level of cells, as in cytology; and reaching the final biological level with the study of living molecules and their interactions, as in biochemistry. No one of these levels can be considered as more important than any other. — Marston Bates

Become the very best in your business! — Brian Tracy

Woman," he said, barking out a laugh. "I fuckin' love it when you curse. — Madeline Sheehan

Okay, so I lied. He's nothing like Peter Parker. He's a bajillion times sexier than Peter Parker. Spiderman ain't got nothing on Zak Gibbons. — Cassie Mae

I discovered that the heart is a breakable thing, but also discovered my capacity to love another person. — Tishuan Scott

The pawn is the soul of chess. — Francois-Andre Danican Philidor

God didn't come down and tell me; I had to find it out through many years of experience. The work came first; the inspiration came later. — Ida Rolf

Richard had realized, not that Elfine was beautiful, but that he loved Elfine. (Young men frequently need this fact pointing out to them, as Flora knew by observing the antics of her friends.) — Stella Gibbons

He had violent passions, and on occasion desire seized his body so that he was driven to an orgy of lust, but he hated the instincts that robbed him of his self-possession. I think, even, he hated the inevitable partner in his debauchery. When he had regained command over himself, he shuddered at the sight of the woman he had enjoyed. His thoughts floated then serenely in the empyrean, and he felt towards her the horror that perhaps the painted butterfly, hovering about the flowers, feels to the filthy chrysalis from which it has triumphantly emerged. I suppose that art is a manifestation of the sexual instinct. It is the same emotion which is excited in the human heart by the sight of a lovely woman, the Bay of Naples under the yellow moon, and the Entombment of Titian. It is possible that Strickland hated the normal release of sex because it seemed to him brutal by comparison with the satisfaction of artistic creation. — W. Somerset Maugham