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“I can still only see a dragonfly, its wings as thin and light as silk and its body the color of rainbow. But on the wings of this dragonfly I take off and fly, for my soul carries no weight. It is our bodies â€� these borrowed vehicles of flesh and bone â€� that weigh us down. Our spirits are eternally free and invincible.”
― Daniela Norris, On Dragonfly Wings: A Skeptic's Journey to Mediumship

“Bound by Blood, Marked by the Dragonfly.”
― L.L. Akers, Let Me Go

“Wings are of many kinds. Butterfly's wings, vulture's wings, eagle-wings, spread wings of white swans, dragonfly's serene wings, wings of albatross, lovely wings of humming birds, tiny wings of a fly or a bumble-bee-wings; and when they fly, they fly their best according to their ability of flying. We should not underestimate the size of those heavenly wings.”
― Munia Khan

“Despite its dark veins, the transparency of dragonfly’s wings assures me of a pure, innocent world”
― Munia Khan

“Burst and swirl and fly around, their wings shining with all the colors of the universe.”
― Kacen Callender, King and the Dragonflies

“This little pumpkin pie,
beauty she personify,
had my heart beat like the wings on a dragonfly I won't deny â€�
The girl was breathtaking!
Had me bob my head against a wall like I'm praying.”
― Soroosh Shahrivar, Letter 19

“Dragonflies are an endless pleasure.”
― Cindy Crosby, Chasing Dragonflies: A Natural, Cultural, and Personal History

“At that moment, I was surrounded by the people who saw me for what I was, who accepted me for what I was, even when I vacillated with self-doubt. Grand-mère would have been proud. I felt her spirit growing stronger inside of me every day. And then... a dragonfly flew over my head, circled, and landed on my shoulder.”
― Samantha Verant, Sophie Valroux's Paris Stars

“Vous avez été enfant, lecteur, et vous êtes peut-être assez heureux pour l'être encore. Il n'est pas que vous n'ayez plus d'une fois (et pour mon compte j'y ai passé des journées entières, les mieux employées de ma vie) suivi de broussaille en broussaille, au bord d'une eau vive, par un jour de soleil, quelque belle demoiselle verte ou bleue, brisant son vol à angles brusques et baisant le bout de toutes les branches. Vous vous rappelez avec quelle curiosité amoureuse votre pensée et votre regard s'attachaient à ce petit tourbillon sifflant et bourdonnant, d'ailes de pourpre et d'azur, au milieu duquel flottait une forme insaisissable voilée par la rapidité même de son mouvement. L'être aérien qui se dessinait confusément à travers ce frémissement d'ailes vous paraissait chimérique, imaginaire, impossible à toucher, impossible à voir. Mais lorsque enfin la demoiselle se reposait à la pointe d'un roseau et que vous pouviez examiner, en retenant votre souffle, les longues ailes de gaze, la longue robe d'émail, les deux globes de cristal, quel étonnement n'éprouviez-vous pas et quelle peur de voir de nouveau la forme s'en aller en ombre et l'être en chimère ! Rappelez-vous ces impressions, et vous vous rendrez aisément compte de ce que ressentait Gringoire en contemplant sous sa forme visible et palpable cette Esmeralda qu'il n'avait entrevue jusque-là qu'à travers un tourbillon de danse, de chant et de tumulte.”
― Victor Hugo, Notre-Dame de París

“I am a lotus. It takes a century for my toes to reach for the ground beneath me, a century for my hands to reach for the sun. A dragonfly visits me one summer. We spend the long hours of the days together, locked in a quiet caress. They are the happiest months of my life. Through him I, anchored so tightly to the mud, come to know flight. I am his hammock and his refuge; his stained-glass wings are my church. He dies in my arms. I hold him for a thousand years.”
― Amy Weiss, Crescendo

“From his bedroom window on the Marine Corps Base in Quantico, Nathaniel Dixon watched in awe at the four-ship formation of V-22 Ospreys chewing up the Virginia air with their massive, wingtip-mounted tilt rotors as they made a pass over the flight line. The aircraft grew in his window as they approached the small bungalow he lived in with his mother and father on base. Just before they flew out of sight, Nathaniel clapped his hands together over the window and imagined smashing each Osprey like a dragonfly. Then, he imagined each falling to earth in flames, smashing in a great ball of fire in his backyard.”
― Jonathan Marker, SPYDER SYLK

“The Fourth Crown Princess of the blue Cresent Islands had sixteen rituals to observe from the moment of waking to when she broke her fast.”
― Julia Golding, Dragonfly

“Alice stopped walking as a dragonfly hovered close. 'Yellow-winged darter.' The name came to mind of its own accord. She watched as the insect flickered towards a nearby garden bed, a spectacular tangle of summer flowers, red, mauve, and brilliant orange. Gardens really were a balm. A bee vacillated between blooms and Alice experienced a sudden flash of all-body memory. They came often lately. She could 'feel' what it would be like to creep into that garden, her body lithe and ache-free, to snake beneath the cool foliage and lie on her back so that the sky broke into bright blue diamonds through the branches and her ears were filled with the choir of insect life.”
― Kate Morton, The Lake House

“A very successful method of dragon-fly-catching..is to use a captured female dragon-fly as a decoy. One end of a long thread is fastened to the insect's tail, and the other end of the thread to a flexible rod. By moving the rod in a particular way the female can be kept circling on her wings at the full length of the thread; and a male is soon attracted. As soon as he clings to the female, a slight jerk of the rod will bring both insects into the angler's hand. With a single female for lure, it is easy to capture eight or ten males in succession”
― Lafcadio Hearn, A Japanese Miscellany: Strange Stories, Folklore Gleanings, Studies Here & There

“A most extraordinary device for catching dragon-flies is used by the children of the province of Kii. They get a long hair, - a woman's hair, - and attach a very small pebble to each end of it, so as to form a miniature "bolas"; and this they sling high into the air. A dragon-fly pounces upon the passing object; but the moment that he seizes it, the hair twists round his body, and the weight of the pebbles brings him to the ground.”
― Lafcadio Hearn, A Japanese Miscellany: Strange Stories, Folklore Gleanings, Studies Here & There

“Meanwhile Appu-Kili had caught a dragonfly and with nimble fingers slipped a lasso round its tail. Abida looked at the dragonfly, into its eyes of a thousand crystals. The eyes shone dully with the chronicles of the dead. If dragonflies were memories of the dead, as they believed in Khasak, whose then was this memory? Perhaps it was her mother’s pining images of sin and regret and drowning. The crystal eyes fell on her.”
― O V Vijayan

“explore the similarities and differences between your views and those of others—and pay special attention to prediction markets and other Methods of extracting wisdom from crowds. Synthesize all these different views into a single vision as acute as that of a dragonfly. Finally, express your judgment as precisely as you can, using a finely grained scale of probability.”
― Philip E. Tetlock, Superforecasting: The Art and Science of Prediction

“My eyes flickered toward the kitchen window. There she was, a large blue dragonfly (une libellule), zipping around in the blue sky, soaring and diving, never crashing down. These beautiful insects were the reason my grand-mère named the restaurant Les Libellules. I knew she wasn't the same one my grand-mère had discovered when she'd found her inspiration, but part of me wanted to believe that this marvelous creature, its iridescent wings sparkling in the sunlight, embodied her spirit, and the crazy notion that she was checking in on me bolstered my confidence.”
― Samantha Verant, Sophie Valroux's Paris Stars