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Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Music, I think, he makes me feel like music
I hated historical novels with fluttering cloaks.
The mind is the most capricious of insects — flitting, fluttering.
A persistent breeze lifted the thin curtains, fluttering a few moments of tranquility into the turbulent day.
When he laughed in his throat, the butterfly laughed at me too. It's obscene fluttering corrupted me into darkness.
He felt all at once like an ineffectual moth, fluttering at the windowpane of reality, dimly seeing it from outside.
I felt a strange fluttering sensation in my chest. Butterflies, cardiac arrest . . . it was hard to say what exactly.
The elusive nature of love... it can be such a fleeting thing. You see it there and it's just fluttering and it's gone.
There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love, the first fluttering of its silken wings.
You can be very efficient with lyrics, and you can get the heart fluttering or soaring or make someone cry with a really amazing dance song.
Everything in me feels fluttering and free, like I could take off from the ground at any second. Music, I think, he makes me feel like music.
It's quite amazing what 3D is doing to movies. Just simple things like a paper plane flying at you or flower petals fluttering about are wonderful.
Our pain hides beneath these fluttering, random thoughts that run through our heads in an endless loop. But there's so much freedom in getting to know what's under there, the bedrock.
It's nowhere near as intense as what I imagine an actor experiences backstage, but I feel a fluttering nervousness before a curtain goes up on a play. I mean, any play, anywhere - on Broadway or the Bowery or in a church basement.
Muhammad Ali inside the ring and Muhammad Ali outside the ring were totally different men; his abrasive, magnetic daring and infectious self-love outside the ring galvanized the world and distracted many from his sniper's precision. He was a heavyweight with the fluttering gracefulness of a middleweight.
I really enjoyed staying at an encampment at the top of a hill in the Samburu Reserve in Kenya. You reach it on a small plane; there is no electricity, no city noises and you sleep and shower under the Milky Way, with moths fluttering around a kerosene lamp, knowing that there are elephants and lions roaming free in the valley.