And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook, with the photographs there and the moths. — Leonard Cohen Copy Share Image
I can't smell moth balls, I find it too difficult to get their tiny legs apart — Steve Martin Copy Share Image
What a moth might see from birth to death if black were white and white were black, — Stan Brakhage Copy Share Image
The moths beat themselves to death against the lights. Adding their breeze to the summer nights. — Modest Mouse Copy Share Image
Like a moth to a flame we become helpless to the beautiful ghosts that true love sheds. — Ryan O'Neal Copy Share Image
Moths, and all sorts of ugly creatures, hover about a lighted candle. Can the candle help it? — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
He felt all at once like an ineffectual moth, fluttering at the windowpane of reality, dimly seeing it from outside. — Philip K. Dick 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
A coat that is not used, the moths eat; and a Christian who is hung up so that he shall not be… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
You know what rumors are like-like a jar full of moths. Once they escape, they're all over the place. — Rhys Bowen Copy Share Image
The problem with cats is that they get the exact same look on their face whether they see a moth or an… — Paula Poundstone Copy Share Image
Words betrayed her: beautiful butterflies in her mind; dead moths when she opened her mouth for their release into the world. — Glen Duncan Copy Share Image
“Nobody ever thinks about the flame. It always ends up alone, and surrounded by a bunch of dead moths.” — Charity Parkerson Copy Share Image
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 — James Patterson 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
A slight sabre-cut will separate my head from my body, like the spring flower which the Master of the garden gathers for… — Theophane Venard 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 riches of scholarship, the benignities of literature, defy fortune and outlive calamity. They are beyond the reach of thief or moth… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
This is how moths speak to each other. They tell their love across the fields by scent. There is no mouth, the… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
So each man, like each plant, has his parasites. A strong, astringent, bilious nature has more truculent enemies than the slugs and… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
One word is too often profaned For me to profane it, One feeling too falsely disdain'd For thee to disdain it. One… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“Moths swarmed around the parking lot lamps, banging into the glass with a steady tap-tap-tap, and I wondered if they welcomed the… — Robert Crais 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
“It was the moths that first revealed the change. Grey-tipped whispers in the moonlit night. Two or three here, a single one… — Debi Cimo 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
“When they reached her she stood on the path holding a pair of moths. Her eyes were wide with excitement , her… — Gene Stratton-Porter Copy Share Image
I have known men who thought the object of conversion was to cleanse them as a garment is cleansed, and that when… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
One night, a group of moths gathered on a shelf watching a burning candle. Puzzled by the nature of the light, they… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The summer day is closed - the sun is set: Well they have done their office, those bright hours, The latest of… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
Moths like me die by the thousands every minute. Her work goes on all the same. Glory unto Mother! — Swami Vivekananda Copy Share Image
“And when white moths were on the wing and moth-like stars were flickering out” — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Thus hath the candle sing'd the moth. O these deliberate fools! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
