representation is vital otherwise the butterfly surrounded…

“representation is vital otherwise the butterfly surrounded by a group of moths unable to see itself will keep trying to become the moth -…

— Rupi Kaur

One night, a group of moths gathered on a shelf watching a burning candle. Puzzled by the nature of the light, they sent one…

— Anonymous

There are certain inessential activities-moths of precious time-and it is worse to busy yourself with the trivial than to do nothing.

— Baltasar Gracian

“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

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

“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