A Quote by Emme

There weren't butterflies in my stomach, there were fire breathing dragons. — © Emme
There weren't butterflies in my stomach, there were fire breathing dragons.
I like to feel the butterflies in the stomach, I like to go home and have a restless night and wonder how I'm going to be able to accomplish this feat, get jittery. That hunger and those butterflies in the stomach are very essential for all creative people.
Aging does not make women powerless objects of pity but colorful and entertaining individuals and, on occasion, fire-breathing dragons that wise people don't cross.
I have butterflies in my stomach.
Besides, if there were no dragons of flesh and blood and fire, whence would come the idea for these stone carvings?
It was a completely new feeling for me–like someone had just released a million, tiny butterflies loose in my stomach, and they were feverishly flying up into my head and making me lose my mind.
Some roads you shouldn't go down. Because maps used to say there were dragons here. Now they don't. But that don't mean the dragons aren't there.
I've got butterflies in my stomach... because I ate a cocoon quesadilla!
I feel most sexy when I'm in love. My stomach flips. I get butterflies.
When the butterflies in my stomach, when those leave, then I know it's probably time to retire.
"Aren't you hungry?" he asked, distracted. "No." I didn't feel like mentioning that my stomach was already full - of butterflies.
It's a business now. But you still have little butterflies in your stomach before every game.
You want to have butterflies in your stomach, because if you don't, if you walk out onstage complacent, that's not a good thing.
Running is in my blood-the adrenaline flows before the races, the love/hate of butterflies in your stomach.
I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen, of meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers that have been; Of yellow leaves and gossamer in autumns that there were, with morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair.
It gives me goose bumps and little butterflies in the stomach when I start thinking about the 'golden slam.'
Prayer is spiritual breathing; when we pray we breathe in the Holy Spirit; praying in the Holy Spirit (Jd. 1:20). Thus, all church prayers are the breathing of the Holy Spirit; as it were spiritual air and also light, spiritual fire, spiritual food and spiritual raiment.
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