Moths must fly to his flame and perish gladly.

“Moths fly toward burning bulbs not because they’re drunk with love or exhausted from flight, wanting to wait out the pain in their wings,…

— Josh Rathkamp

“To me it is the irony of fate,” she said. “The way they come here. Those moths could fly anywhere. Yet they keep hanging…

— Carson McCullers

The moth settled onto the curtain and sat still. It was an astonishing creature, with black and white wings patterned in geometric shapes, scarlet…

— Barbara Kingsolver

This is how moths speak to each other. They tell their love across the fields by scent. There is no mouth, the wrong words…

— Barbara Kingsolver

“A moth is such a simple machine in the animal world - the go-kart to the modern car - and it takes a lot…

— Poppy Adams

“Moths," repeats Will. "You're afraid of moths?" "Not just a cloud of moths," she says, "like...a swarm of them. Everywhere. All those wings and…

— Veronica Roth

Most cats feel that bird-catching is their duty; the instinct goes back to prehistoric times. Amber keeps in practice by chasing moths.

— Gladys Taber

We talked death with burned-up intensity, both of us drawn to it like moths to an electric light bulb. Sucking on it!

— Anne Sexton

We are all naturally seekers of wonders. We travel far to see the majesty of old ruins, the venerable forms of the hoary mountains,…

— Albert Pike

“And when white moths were on the wing and moth-like stars were flickering out”

— Anonymous

I love women. I love all the bright and attractive people and things of this world, the flame and also the moth, the dancer…

— Yves Saint Laurent

“In the warmer months of the year one or other of those nocturnal insects quite often strays indoors from the small garden behind my…

— W. G. Sebald

Pleasure's a Moth, that sleeps by day And dances by false glare at night; But Joy's a Butterfly, that loves To spread its wings…

— W. H. Davies

She was drawn to damaged souls like a moth to a flame.

— Anna McPartlin

Kill not the moth nor butterfly, For the Last Judgement draweth nigh.

— William Blake