Moths Quotes
Moths Quote of the day
Light attracts light. But sometimes your light attracts moths and your warmth attracts parasites. Protect your space and energy
Hearts are like tapers, which at beauteous eyes Kindle a flame of love that never dies; And beauty is a flame, where hearts, like moths, Offer themselves a burning sacrifice.
I went to a doctor and told him I felt normal on acid, that I was a light bulb in a world of moths. That is what the manic state is like.
Nature is always lavish of her gifts even to the most insignificant forms. The butterflies and moths are richly dowered in this respect.
In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.
Moths, and all sorts of ugly creatures, hover about a lighted candle. Can the candle help it?
Those who fervently love God are intoxicated by His warmth and live out their addiction like moths drawn to a flame.
Maidens, like moths, are ever caught, by glare, And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair.
As the moths around a taper, As the bees around a rose, As the gnats around a vapour, So the spirits group and close Round about a holy childhood, as if drinking its repose.
Words betrayed her: beautiful butterflies in her mind; dead moths when she opened her mouth for their release into the world.
Moths are the ones that freak me out. It's something to do with the way that, if they get squashed, they turn to dust. There's something very wrong about that. It all feels a bit Gothic.
Electricity is of two kinds, positive and negative. The difference is, I presume, that one comes a little more expensive, but is more durable; the other is a cheaper thing, but the moths get into it.
Announcing your death should be like announcing that you are a lunar moth: It must be done quietly or it will not be believed.
You know what rumors are like-like a jar full of moths. Once they escape, they're all over the place.
A coat that is not used, the moths eat; and a Christian who is hung up so that he shall not be tempted-the moths eat him; and they have poor food at that.
Oh cat, I'd say, or pray: be-ootiful cat! Delicious cat! Exquisite cat! Satiny cat! Cat like a soft owl, cat with paws like moths, jewelled cat, miraculous cat! Cat, cat, cat, cat.
Today on the way home, it snows. Big, soft caressing flakes fall onto our skin like cold moths; the air fills with feathers.
People are like moths. First they are ugly and awkward, until they break out of their shell and become a beautiful butterfly.
There are certain inessential activities-moths of precious time-and it is worse to busy yourself with the trivial than to do nothing.
Where is delight? and what are pleasures now?-Moths that a garment fret.The world is turned memorial, crying, "ThouShalt not forget!
Moths like me die by the thousands every minute. Her work goes on all the same. Glory unto Mother!
People fail you, children disappoint you, thieves break in, moths corrupt, but an Order of the British Empire goes on for ever.
Beauty,’ Brimstone had scoffed once. ‘Humans are fools for it. As helpless as moths who hurl themselves at fire.
Ideas brush past fleeting and insubstantial as moths. But I let them go, I don't want them. What I want is a voice.
Look, I guess it's natural, you're teenagers, its springtime,everyone's thoughts are turning to birds and bees and caterpillars and moths..... - Iggy
Most cats feel that bird-catching is their duty; the instinct goes back to prehistoric times. Amber keeps in practice by chasing moths.
Lists only spell out the things that can be taken away from us by moths and rust and thieves. If something is valuable, don't put it in a list. Don't even say the words.
We talked death with burned-up intensity, both of us drawn to it like moths to an electric light bulb. Sucking on it!
Sloths actually are like furry living ecosystems all by themselves! Algae grows on their fur and they are also home to "sloth moths" who call them home and drink their tears.
I discovered in nature the non utilitarian delights that I sought in art. Both were a form of magic, both were a game of intricate enchantment and deception.
That's what everyone forgets these days: there's a fine line between sanity and insanity. Lots of people are on the edge. We can't be in perfect balance all the time.
Trying their wings once more in hopeless flight: Blind moths against the wires of window screens. Anything. Anything for a fix of light. X. J. Kennedy, "Street Moths, " The Lords of Misrule
