“Butterflies, as if unaware that darkness is no impediment to love, are playing the primordial game with light.” — Suman Pokhrel Copy Share Image
Ideas brush past fleeting and insubstantial as moths. But I let them go, I don't want them. What I want is a… — Joyce Carol Oates Copy Share Image
Mencheres slid through the water toward her, drawn by the same inexorable compulsion that led moths to dance with flames. He'd had… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
The moth unwitting rushes on the fire, Through ignorance the fish devours the bait, We men know well the foes that lie… — Bhartrhari Copy Share Image
Remember Killer Moth, the most ingenuous rogue ever to defy the dynamic duo, Batman and Robin ?Perhaps you recall how the weird… — Bob Kane Copy Share Image
I Promise," Shane said. "You'd better, jerkface," Eve said. "How's the head?" "Taped. It's fine, chicks dig scars. Wait, did you just… — Rachel Caine Copy Share Image
Those giants of old, the ancient Rishis, who never walked but strode, of whom if you were to think but for a… — Swami Vivekananda Copy Share Image
I detest my past, and anyone else's. I detest resignation, patience, professional heroism and obligatory beautiful feelings. I also detest the decorative… — Rene Magritte Copy Share Image
