Crimson Peak2015

Lucille Sharpe:
[Looking at the dead butterflies] They're dying. They take the heat from the sun, and when it deserts them, they die.

Edith Cushing:
How sad.

Lucille Sharpe:
No, it's not sad, Edith. It's nature. It's a world of everything dying and eating each other right beneath our feet.

Edith Cushing:
Surely there's more to it than that.

Lucille Sharpe:
[Looking at Edith] Beautiful things are fragile... At home we have only black moths. Formidable creatures, to be sure, but they lack beauty. They thrive on the dark and cold.

Edith Cushing:
What do they feed on?

Lucille Sharpe:
Butterflies, I'm afraid.