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  • #1
    Christa Wolf
    “Between killing and dying there's a third way: live”
    Christa Wolf, Kassandra

  • #2
    “A gentleman is simply a patient wolf.”
    Lana Turner

  • #3
    Patricia Briggs
    “She opened her eyes and met his. The impact was so strong he was amazed that his fingers continued playing without pause.”
    Patricia Briggs, Cry Wolf

  • #4
    J.K. Rowling
    “October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and driving rain and November arrived, cold as frozen iron, with hard frosts every morning and icy drafts that bit at exposed hands and faces.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

  • #5
    Maggie Stiefvater
    “It tore my heart out, because I heard his voice. The wolves sang slowly behind him, bittersweet harmony, but all I heard was Sam. His howl trembled, rose, fell in anguish.

    I listened for a long time. I prayed for them to stop, to leave me alone, but at the same time I was desperately afraid they would. Long after the other voices had dropped away, Sam kept howling, very soft and slow.

    When he finally fell silent, the night felt dead.”
    Maggie Stiefvater, Shiver

  • #6
    George R.R. Martin
    “For herself, she wanted sleet and ice, howling winds, thunder to shake the very stones of the Red Keep. She wanted a storm to match her rage.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows

  • #7
    Arthur Rimbaud
    “The wolf howled under the leaves
    And spit out the prettiest feathers
    Of his meal of fowl:
    Like him I consume myself.”
    Arthur Rimbaud

  • #8
    Christopher Paolini
    “Wind howled throught the night, carrying the scent that would change the world.”
    Christopher Paolini, Eragon

  • #9
    Patrick Rothfuss
    “There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man.”
    Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear

  • #10
    Anna Akhmatova
    “You will hear thunder and remember me,
    and think: she wanted storms...”
    Anna Akhmatova

  • #11
    George Carlin
    “The reason I talk to myself is because I’m the only one whose answers I accept.”
    George Carlin

  • #12
    Kelseyleigh Reber
    “When a caterpillar bursts from its cocoon and discovers it has wings, it does not sit idly, hoping to one day turn back. It flies.”
    Kelseyleigh Reber

  • #13
    Jomny Sun
    “sometimes a caterpillar will wait too long and die in its cocoon before ever becoming a buterfly.”
    Jomny Sun, Everyone's a Aliebn When Ur a Aliebn Too

  • #14
    Ivan Turgenev
    “A withered maple leaf has left its branch and is falling to the ground; its movements resemble those of a butterfly in flight. Isn't it strange? The saddest and deadest of things is yet so like the gayest and most vital of creatures?”
    Ivan Turgenev, Fathers and Sons

  • #15
    “The butterfly is a flying flower,
    The flower a tethered butterfly.”
    Ponce Denis Écouchard Le Brun

  • #16
    Trina Paulus
    “How does one become a butterfly?' she asked pensively.

    'You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar.'

    'You mean to die?' asked Yellow, remembering the three who fell out of the sky.

    'Yes and No,' he answered.

    'What looks like you will die, but what's really you will still live.”
    Trina Paulus, Hope for the Flowers

  • #17
    Jane Yolen
    “You can only chase a butterfly for so long.”
    Jane Yolen, Prince Across the Water

  • #18
    Avijeet Das
    “She was rain to a parched desert
    She was color to a gray sky
    She was the butterfly you longed to possess
    But I let her fly
    For fear of breaking her delicate wings!”
    Avijeet Das

  • #19
    Tricia Stirling
    “The struggle to leave the cocoon is what strengthens the butterfly’s wings so she can fly. I am about to become something beautiful.”
    Tricia Stirling, When My Heart Was Wicked

  • #20
    Lewis Carroll
    “I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”
    Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland / Through the Looking-Glass

  • #21
    “It's the imperfections that make things beautiful”
    Jenny Han, The Summer I Turned Pretty

  • #22
    Albert Camus
    “Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.”
    Albert Camus

  • #23
    Douglas Coupland
    “But then a bumblebee bumbled above us and it stole our attention the way flying things can.”
    Douglas Coupland, Microserfs

  • #24
    Agatha Christie
    “It was rather like the exit of a bumblebee and left a noticeable silence behind it.”
    Agatha Christie, Crooked House

  • #25
    Christopher Paolini
    “The bumblebee was so vibrant, so alive, and so beautiful, its presence renewed Eragon’s will to survive. A world that contained a creature as amazing as THAT bumblebee was a world he wanted to live in.”
    Christopher Paolini

  • #26
    Ray Bradbury
    “Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don't they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.”
    Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

  • #27
    Neil Gaiman
    “Hey," said Shadow. "Huginn or Muninn, or whoever you are."
    The bird turned, head tipped, suspiciously, on one side, and it stared at him with bright eyes.
    "Say 'Nevermore,'" said Shadow.
    "Fuck you," said the raven.”
    Neil Gaiman, American Gods

  • #28
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.”
    Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven

  • #29
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore.”
    Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven

  • #30
    Mary Oliver
    “How I go to the wood

    Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single
    friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore
    unsuitable.

    I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds
    or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of
    praying, as you no doubt have yours.

    Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit
    on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds,
    until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost
    unhearable sound of the roses singing.

    If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love
    you very much.”
    Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems



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