The atoms become like a moth, seeking out the region of higher laser intensity. — Steven Chu Copy Share Image
Kill not the moth nor butterfly, For the Last Judgement draweth nigh. — William Blake Copy Share Image
After 12 years, the old butterflies came back. Well, I guess at my age you call them moths. — Franco Harris Copy Share Image
Life is a frail moth flying Caught in the web of the years that pass. — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook, with the photographs there and the moths. — Leonard Cohen Copy Share Image
I love women. I love all the bright and attractive people and things of this world, the flame and also the moth,… — Yves Saint Laurent Copy Share Image
A day will come when man will discover an alphabet in the eyes of the chalcedonies, in the marking of the moth,… — Alejo Carpentier Copy Share Image
Where dost thou careless lie, Buried in ease and sloth? Knowledge that sleeps, doth die; And this security, It is the common… — Ben Jonson Copy Share Image
Each of us as he receives his private trouncings at the hands of fate is kept in good heart by hearing of… — N. F. Simpson Copy Share Image
Those who fervently love God are intoxicated by His warmth and live out their addiction like moths drawn to a flame. — Calvin Miller Copy Share Image
I find a fascination, like the fascination for the moth of a star, in those who hold aloof and disdain me. — Logan Pearsall Smith Copy Share Image
But the good deed, through the ages Living in historic pages, Brighter grows and gleams immortal, Unconsumed by moth or rust. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Hearts are like tapers, which at beauteous eyes Kindle a flame of love that never dies; And beauty is a flame, where… — Omar Khayyam Copy Share Image
I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
The space that I can call mine.. is so small that my ideas have become small. I am like a caterpillar in… — Audrey Niffenegger Copy Share Image
The winter passes and the warm winds of May made me long to wander again. The whistling of a locomotive on a… — Jim Tully Copy Share Image
I think all the songs [at Moth] are about different things, but if we were to speak about it as a whole,… — Caroline Polachek Copy Share Image
Still photographs often differ from life more by their silence than by the immobility of their subjects. Landscape pictures tend to converge… — Robert Adams Copy Share Image
She was clean": no piercings, tattoos, or scarifications. All the kids were now. And who could blame them, Alex thought, after watching… — Jennifer Egan Copy Share Image
We are a material-mad race of people. Build, increase, expand, pile up, hoard! More and more and more. "If we can just… — Eugenia Price Copy Share Image
“Every single one of them with their eyes open and on him, their mouths, too, halfway screaming, halfway begging. Offering themselves to… — Glen Hirshberg Copy Share Image
“In the warmer months of the year one or other of those nocturnal insects quite often strays indoors from the small garden… — W. G. Sebald Copy Share Image
taking her hand he led her out into a broad stretch of hard sandy soil that the moon flooded with great splendor.… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
When somebody is a little bit wrong - say, when a waited puts nonfat milk in your espresso macchiato, instead of lowfat… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
It is curious, isn't it, that things you know well never look dirty and dilapidated-other people's old furniture looks shabby and moth-eaten.… — D.E. Stevenson Copy Share Image
It is not always the most brilliant speculations nor the choice of the most exotic materials that is most profitable. I prefer… — Noel-Antoine Pluche Copy Share Image
It is in the twenties that the actual momentum of life begins to slacken, and it is a simple soul indeed to… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
A story demanded to be written, and that is why I have not answered your letter before: a wrong-headed story, that would… — Sylvia Townsend Warner Copy Share Image
Summer is a prodigal of joy. The grass Swarms with delighted insects as I pass, And crowds of grasshoppers at every stride… — John Clare Copy Share Image
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