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
I try to make very careful decisions about what I choose to do, and it's - I know that unfortunately one of… — Monica Lewinsky Copy Share Image
And from the phlox and mignonette Rich attars drift on every hand; And when star-vestured twilight comes The pale moths weave a… — Clinton Scollard Copy Share Image
“Growing up, I was the champion of spiders and moths in my house, catching and releasing them for my mother at great… — John L. Monk 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
Today on the way home, it snows. Big, soft caressing flakes fall onto our skin like cold moths; the air fills with… — Margaret Atwood 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
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
“I discovered in nature the non utilitarian delights that I sought in art. Both were a form of magic, both were a… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
The better part of the man is soon ploughed into the soil for compost. By a seeming fate, commonly called necessity, they… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
He had waited five years and bought a mansion where he dispensed starlight to casual moths - so that he could 'come… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“She held the moth to the light. It was nearer brown than yellow,and she remembered having seen some like it in the… — Gene Stratton-Porter Copy Share Image
He was becoming unstuck, he was sure of that - his bones were no longer wrapped in flesh but in clouds of… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
Hurt no living thing: Ladybird, nor butterfly, Nor moth with dusty wing. — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
I really enjoyed staying at an encampment at the top of a hill in the Samburu Reserve in Kenya. You reach it… — Cherie Lunghi Copy Share Image
Where is delight? and what are pleasures now?-Moths that a garment fret.The world is turned memorial, crying, "ThouShalt not forget! — Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Copy Share Image
Look to your heart that flutters in and out like a moth. God is not indifferent to your need. You have a… — Anne Sexton 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
Just then, down through the last glimmer of twilight, stepping high and free, like a cloud, a moth, a ghost in the… — Elyne Mitchell Copy Share Image
What things there are to write, if one could only write them! My mind is full of gleaming thought; gay moods and… — Logan Pearsall Smith Copy Share Image
“They waited for the elevator. " Most people love butterflies and hate moth," he said. "But moths are more interesting - more… — Thomas Harris 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
The clock struck half past two. In the little office at the back of Mr. McKechnie's bookshop, Gordon--Gordon Comstock, last member of… — George Orwell Copy Share Image
Consider the stars. Among them are no passions, no wars. They know neither love nor hatred. Did man but emulate the stars,… — Sarah Monette Copy Share Image
