Fly away moth. Don't let the doors catch your wings on the way out. — Once Upon A Time Copy Share Image
“An idea was knocking about in the back of her head, like a moth at a dimly lit window.” — Sarah Hilary Copy Share Image
“A receipt blown crazily across the parking lot, was, perhaps, a moth.” — Rae Armantrout Copy Share Image
“Like a moth is drawn to the light we are drawn to melancholy, we succumb to it.” — Ryan Gelpke Copy Share Image
Hurt no living thing: Ladybird, nor butterfly, Nor moth with dusty wing. — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
Life is a frail moth flying Caught in the web of the years that pass. — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
“On Rahel's heart Pappachi's moth snapped open its somber wings. Out. In. And lifted its legs. Up. Down.” — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
“My sister don't talk much. When she does, it's only to me, in moth-winged whispers, and only when we're alone.” — Emily Murdoch Copy Share Image
“She had big, vague eyes and a big, vague smile, and was always very busy in the way that a moth crashing… — Frances Hardinge Copy Share Image
“I have no news of my coming or passing away-- the whole thing happened quicker than a breath; ask no questions of… — Farid al-Din Attar (عطار Copy Share Image
“I know not by what power I am drawn to you, but it is as a moth is drawn to the flame,… — Andrea Zuvich Copy Share Image
Nature is full of by-ends. A moth feeds on a petal, in a moment the pollen caught on its breast will be… — George Iles Copy Share Image
“In daylight and up close, he was merciless, all smiles and freckles, the brightest, boldest flame a moth could wish for.” — Alexis Hall Copy Share Image
The weeping of the candle is not in mourning for the moth: the dawn is at hand, and it is thinking of… — Saib Tabrizi Copy Share Image
“I feel like the caterpillar that we think is making a choice when he eats or pupates but, in fact, is not.… — Poppy Adams Copy Share Image
Fly away, pretty moth, to the shade Of the leaf where you slumbered all day; Be content with the moon and the… — Thomas Haynes Bayly Copy Share Image
If I buy anything for personal use or for BOB that has even the slightest hint of moth damage, I put it… — Dawn O'Porter Copy Share Image
“Vanessa called me Moth. But Charissa told me I hadn't declared my true colors yet. What did she mean?' 'She meant that… — Joanne Harris Copy Share Image
The moth settled onto the curtain and sat still. It was an astonishing creature, with black and white wings patterned in geometric… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“The moth prefers the moon and detests the sun, while the butterfly loves the sun and hides from the moon. Every living… — Suzy Kassem Copy Share Image
“A beetle will chase after an opening of light, while a cockroach will scatter at a crack of it. How are we… — Suzy Kassem Copy Share Image
“Then Freddie was transformed into a moth. His old empty body fell forward face first into the water with a splash. Slicked… — Stephen Livingston Copy Share Image
“He pulls free before we make contact. “A moment, please. Allow me to bask in your devotion.” He’s referring to my ankle… — A.G. Howard Copy Share Image
“The poets say some moths will do anything out of love for a flame [...] The moth takes off again, and we… — Mohsin Hamid Copy Share Image
“The spiraling flights of moths appear haphazard only because of the mechanisms of olfactory tracking are so different from our own. Using… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“The possibilities of pleasure seemed that morning so enormous and so various that to have only a moth's part in life, and… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“And then it dropped lower, and her eyes caught it in all its pale majesty. It was a moth, no more, no… — Adrian Tchaikovsky Copy Share Image
“Mustardseed grinned at Bertie. "I was never any good at geometry, but you’re stuck in a love triangle, aren’t you?" "Shut up,"… — Lisa Mantchev Copy Share Image
“The emptiness of the track stretched out before me and drifted as far as I could see. As no hikers were out… — Carmen Tudor Copy Share Image
“It is the desire of the moth for the star. It is no mere appreciation of the Beauty before us – but… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image