Daylight Quote by Alexis Hall

“I was a moth to his flame. And that always worked out so well for the moth.”

— Deborah Wilde

“She had big, vague eyes and a big, vague smile, and was always very busy in the way that a moth crashing about in…

— Frances Hardinge

“Moths must fly to his flame and perish gladly.”

— Barbara Kingsolver

“He wasn't like a moth attracted to her flame. No, he was like a vampire, in love with her eternal darkness.”

— Melody Lee

“We were like two moths around a candle, I thought, circling closer and closer to the flame, waiting to see whose wings would catch…

— Tan Twan Eng

“He stood in the doorway with his hands in his pockets, the picture of nonchalance, and even as a human, he was too gorgeous…

— Julie Kagawa

“...like a moth lost in dawn's light.”

— Gisèle Pineau

“As he spoke and bent his head to hers, their lips meeting and the soft, warm creatures of their mouths joining blissfully, his eyes…

— M.J. Lawless

“He fluttered his eyelids, so that they were like pale, trapped moths in his sockets.”

— Carson McCullers

“The white moth of hope fluttered before her face.”

— Cornell Woolrich

“If he was the sweet, terrifying darkness, I was the glittering light that only his shadows could make clear.”

— Sarah J. Maas

“She was a thin, a thin burning flame, colorless yet fresh. Her smile came first slowly, shy and bold, as if all the life…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald