Top 100 Quotes About Moths
#1. Most cats feel that bird-catching is their duty; the instinct goes back to prehistoric times. Amber keeps in practice by chasing moths.
Gladys Taber
#2. The circus collects the outsiders like a flame tempts moths.
Laura Lam
#3. Nature is always lavish of her gifts even to the most insignificant forms. The butterflies and moths are richly dowered in this respect.
Annie Besant
#4. He was becoming unstuck, he was sure of that - his bones were no longer wrapped in flesh but in clouds of dust, in hummingbirds, dragonflies, and luminous moths - but so perfect was his equilibrium that he felt no fear. He was vast, he was many, he was dynamic, he was eternal.
Tom Robbins
#5. Yeah, take it from me. He may try to sell himself to you along with the company. And then there is Roberto, the CEO of our acquisition target. He also seems to be a bit of a flirt. Those two are like moths around a light bulb with you. Any idea how you would react if they both came after you?
Karynne Summars
#6. Father, the dark moths crouch at the sills of the earth, waiting.
James Sallis
#7. No more diving into pools of chlorinated water lit green from below. No more ball games played out under floodlights. No more porch lights with moths fluttering on summer nights. No more trains running under the surface of cities on the dazzling power of the electric third rail. No more cities.
Emily St. John Mandel
#8. You know what rumors are like-like a jar full of moths. Once they escape, they're all over the place.
Rhys Bowen
#9. Jeb crouches to fill in the sketch's lower half with paint. His lips twist to a cruel sneer. "That's your favorite pastime, right? And you'll have your prince of moths for company.
A.G. Howard
#10. Today on the way home, it snows. Big, soft caressing flakes fall onto our skin like cold moths; the air fills with feathers.
Margaret Atwood
#11. I've always assumed the old men were just there, fixed, like lamps, but in love with their moths.
Tom Cardamone
#12. What did moths bump into before the electric light bulb was invented? Boy, the lightbulb really screwed the moth up didn't it? Are there moths on their way to the sun now going, It's gonna be worth it!.
Bill Hicks
#13. I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
Emily Bronte
#14. Growing up, I was the champion of spiders and moths in my house, catching and releasing them for my mother at great personal risk.
John L. Monk
#15. 20Store your treasures in heaven, where moths and rust cannot destroy, and thieves do not break in and steal. 21Wherever your treasure is, there the desires of your heart will also be.
Anonymous
#16. We were like two moths around a candle, I thought, circling closer and closer to the flame, waiting to see whose wings would catch fire first.
Tan Twan Eng
#17. Hearts are like tapers, which at beauteous eyes Kindle a flame of love that never dies; And beauty is a flame, where hearts, like moths, Offer themselves a burning sacrifice.
Omar Khayyam
#18. No matter how dark the room gets I can always see. It looks emptier when I put the lights on so I don't do it if I can help it. Brightness disagrees with me: it hurts my eyes, wastes electricity and encourages moths, all sorts of things. I sit in the dark for a number of reasons.
Janice Galloway
#19. My wife and I often visit Rosales and the Ilokos as a matter of habit or whim induced by nostalgia, homesickness - whatever draws pilgrims to worshipped sanctuaries. Or, perhaps, what compels moths to seek the votive flame.
F. Sionil Jose
#20. As the moths around a taper,
As the bees around a rose,
As the gnats around a vapour,
So the spirits group and close
Round about a holy childhood, as if drinking its repose.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
#21. I have always thought of the moths and butterflies as a bonus to the flowers, as though Nature were admiring her own work.
Roger Deakin
#22. The warmth and the soft glow of the tubes also attracted moths, which would fly through ENIAC's innards and cause short circuits. Ever since, the process of fixing computer problems has been known as debugging.
T.R. Reid
#23. Electricity is of two kinds, positive and negative. The difference is, I presume, that one comes a little more expensive, but is more durable; the other is a cheaper thing, but the moths get into it.
Stephen Leacock
#24. Moths don't need to explain why their attracted to the light.
Marty Rubin
#25. Moths, and all sorts of ugly creatures, hover about a lighted candle. Can the candle help it?
Charles Dickens
#26. Trying their wings once more in hopeless flight: Blind moths against the wires of window screens.
Anything. Anything for a fix of light.
X. J. Kennedy, "Street Moths," The Lords of Misrule
X.J. Kennedy
#27. There are certain inessential activities-moths of precious time-and it is worse to busy yourself with the trivial than to do nothing.
Baltasar Gracian
#28. Moths lay their eggs where civilizations have been destroyed.
Marty Rubin
#29. The light from his torch painted the barren forest in shades of his own reflection, black-haired, gray-eyed and pale for want of a touch. He pulled his cloak close, unable to determine which made him more uncomfortable: the dreary woods or the new moon settling onto his heart like a cloud of moths.
F.T. McKinstry
#30. I remember the newspapers dying like huge moths. No one wanted them back. No one missed them.
Ray Bradbury
#31. We consume our art like moths. We gather, momentarily, around wherever the biggest, brightest light seems to be. So these days, the most successful art is the art that can elicit the quickest visceral reaction from the largest group of people.
Michael Gungor
#32. It is the contention of Mr Norrell of Hanover-square that everything belonging to John Uskglass must be shaken out of modern magic, as one would shake moths and dust out of an old coat. What does he imagine he will have left? If you get rid of John Uskglass you will be left holding the empty air.
Susanna Clarke
#33. People fail you, children disappoint you, thieves break in, moths corrupt, but an Order of the British Empire goes on for ever.
Fay Weldon
#34. In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.
F Scott Fitzgerald
#35. Moths flitted in the porch light, pinging against the bulb, helplessly drawn to something they could never have.
Jamie Ford
#36. Lists only spell out the things that can be taken away from us by moths and rust and thieves. If something is valuable, don't put it in a list. Don't even say the words.
Douglas Coupland
#37. To me it is the irony of fate," she said. "The way they come here. Those moths could fly anywhere. Yet they keep hanging around the windows of this house.
Carson McCullers
#38. In the jungle, during one night in each month, the moths did not come to the lanterns; through the black reaches of the outer night, so it was said, they flew toward the full moon.
Peter Matthiessen
#39. And when white moths were on the wing and moth-like stars were flickering out
W.B.Yeats
#41. Everything is destroyed by its own particular vice: the destructive power resides within. Rust destroys iron, moths destroy clothes, the worm eats away the wood; but greatest of all evils is envy, impious habitant of corrupt souls, which ever was, is, and shall be a consuming disease.
Menander
#42. The night was drawing in, and the house felt more and more like a glass cage, blasting its light blindly out into the dusk, like a lantern in the dark. I imagined a thousand moths circling and shivering, drawn inexorably to its glow, only to perish against the cold inhospitable glass.
Ruth Ware
#43. But pomp and power alone are woman's care,
And where these are light Eros finds a feere;
Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare,
And Mammon wins his way where Seraphs might despair.
George Gordon Byron
#44. Sit down, Montag. Watch. Delicately, like the petals of a flower. Light the first page, light the second page. Each becomes a black butterfly. Beautiful, eh?' ... There sat Beatty, perspiring gently, the floor littered with swarms of black moths that had died in a single storm.
Ray Bradbury
#45. If you manifest your true self through nature and your normal surroundings, I find that the most eerie. Like when you see birds suddenly start flying in a different direction or when you see moths forming weird shapes, I think that's the weirdest way to let yourself be known.
Holland Roden
#46. 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
#47. But to me, butterflies were slightly sneaky; all they were were moths in
embroidered jackets. And, yes, moths were creepy and their flapping wings made a nasty, papery
sound--but at least they were honest
Marian Keyes
#48. Let the winds come from the sea and blow seeds about, seeds of the north, south, east, and west. Let the moths beat their wings against the windows and the fishermen cast curious glances. Let them come, let them return, let them reach.
Margaret Cezair-Thompson
#49. Dreams on waking were like empty cocoons of moths or the split-open husks of milkweed pods, dead shells where life had briefly swirled in furious but fragile storm-systems.
Stephen King
#50. And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook, with the photographs there and the moths.
Leonard Cohen
#51. Glamour is fueled by the dreams and imagination of mortals. Writers, artists, little boys pretending to be knights - the fey are drawn to them like moths to flame. Why do you think so many children have imaginary friends?
Julie Kagawa
#52. I went to a doctor and told him I felt normal on acid, that I was a light bulb in a world of moths. That is what the manic state is like.
Carrie Fisher
#53. Some wishes crossed my mind and dimly cheered it, And one or two poor melancholy pleasures, Each in the pale unwarming light of hope, Silvering its flimsy wing, flew silent by - Moths in the moonbeam!' COLERIDGE.
Elizabeth Gaskell
#54. Sometimes I grow
so tired of speaking
my emotions to you.
I open my mouth
and dust spills out
instead of feelings.
Dust, and the yellow
wings of moths,
and brittle paper,
scrawled over
with riddles that
lack solutions.
Gabriel Gadfly
#55. White people are drawn to farmer's markets like moths to a flame. In fact, white people have such strong instincts that if
you release a white person into a random Saturday morning they will return to you with a reusable bag full of fruits and vegetables.
Christian Lander
#56. A linguist who specialised in the languages of incense and burnt offerings, of moths and radial cremations.
Benjanun Sriduangkaew
#57. The mad head of the house was rotting, and night was dragging her wings across the moon, tracing filigree on the floors. In the attic, more black moths were dancing because it was cold, because it was dark. Because they were hungry. For the butterfly.
Nancy Holder
#58. Somewhere the saving and putting away had to begin again and someone had to do the saving and keeping, one way or another, in books, in records, in people's heads, any way at all so long as it was safe, free from moths, silverfish, rust and dry rot and men with matches.
Ray Bradbury
#59. Ty frowned. "I don't hate all other animals." "Horses. Dogs. Chipmunks." "They're twitchy, Zane. And chipmunks have shifty eyes." "Moths?" "They have erratic flight patterns!" Zane doubled over, laughing so hard he couldn't catch his breath. Ty glared at him. "I'm glad my phobias amuse you.
Abigail Roux
#60. Every flower seems to burn by itself, softly, purely in the misty beds; and how she loved the grey-white moths spinning in and out, over the cherry pie, over the evening primroses!
Virginia Woolf
#61. One by one, the moths of the night took their release. And she watched them float off like butterflies, silhouetted in the glow of morning.
Ellison Blackburn
#62. Every single one of them with their eyes open and on him, their mouths, too, halfway screaming, halfway begging. Offering themselves to him, because the call was irresistible despite being recognizable. They were moths who know what the light is, know what it will do to them. And come anyway.
Glen Hirshberg
#63. We talked death with burned-up intensity, both of us drawn to it like moths to an electric light bulb. Sucking on it!
Anne Sexton
#64. Rose unearthed three crystal goblets that almost matched, and even found a tablecloth that hadn't been attacked by moths since its last public appearance.
Elizabeth C. Bunce
#65. All we have observed is where moths do not spend the day. In 25 years we have found only two betularia on the tree trunks or walls adjacent to our traps (one on an appropriate background and one not), and none elsewhere
Cyril Clarke
#66. Night is the sleep of seven wax moths
Dawn is the singing of five mermaids
Noon is the scratching of three field mice
Dusk is the shadow of a crow
Xi Chuan
#67. Sloths actually are like furry living ecosystems all by themselves! Algae grows on their fur and they are also home to "sloth moths" who call them home and drink their tears.
Ann Burton
#68. Moths don't need to explain why they're attracted to the light.
Marty Rubin
#69. It was then that I could feel that the moths in him, with their wings so paper-thin, will never be near enough to the light. They will always want to be nearer - to be inside of it. It was then that I could feel the lost thing in him.
Ava Dellaira
#70. Light attracts light. But sometimes your light attracts moths and your warmth attracts parasites. Protect your space and energy
Warsan Shire
#71. This is how moths speak to each other. They tell their love across the fields by scent. There is no mouth, the wrong words are impossible, either a mate is there or he is not, and if so the pair will find each other in the dark.
Barbara Kingsolver
#72. Like two moths clumsily bumping together, with no more weight than that, their lips touched. Then before they knew how it happened, they were clinging together, blindly pressing their faces towards each other.
Philip Pullman
#73. Bees and butterflies, moths and dragonflies, the flowers and the brooks and the clouds.
George MacDonald
#74. Moths like me die by the thousands every minute. Her work goes on all the same. Glory unto Mother! ...
Swami Vivekananda
#75. Moths and flames, mankind and death
there is little difference.
Sherwin B. Nuland
#77. 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
#78. His scent burst onto her brain like a rain of lights, causing her to know him perfectly. This is how moths speak to each other. The wrong words are impossible when there are no words.
Barbara Kingsolver
#79. Don't you see? Your mortal heart shines like a candle flame and I, like one of those hapless black moths you used to leave as an offering, am helpless before its lure.
Robin LaFevers
#80. Dragonflies kill their prey in the air and eat it on the wing. They feed on aerial plankton, which consists of any sort of small living thing that happens to be aloft - mosquitoes, midges, moths, flies, ballooning spiders.
Richard Preston
#81. Seth swallowed and all sorts of cramps ran through his stomach. He'd call them 'butterflies', but with Dom they were moths at best. Just as lively, but uncomfortable in daylight, creatures of the night, like Seth's lust for Dom.
K.A. Merikan
#82. After 12 years, the old butterflies came back. Well, I guess at my age you call them moths.
Franco Harris
#83. And yet ... it's the little things that fret the holes in life ... like moths ... and ruin it.
L.M. Montgomery
#85. The world is becoming more affluent. We are generating more and more money - so more spending will go on. In the west, we're opening our purses and moths are flying out - but we've got to remember that, in other markets, this is not an issue.
Joe Staton
#86. Ideas brush past fleeting and insubstantial as moths. But I let them go, I don't want them. What I want is a voice.
Joyce Carol Oates
#87. I love bright words, words up and singing early;
Words that are luminous in the dark, and sing;
Warm lazy words, white cattle under trees;
I love words opalescent, cool, and pearly,
Like midsummer moths, and honied words like bees, Gilded and sticky, with a little sting.
Elinor Wylie
#88. Words betrayed her: beautiful butterflies in her mind; dead moths when she opened her mouth for their release into the world.
Glen Duncan
#89. People are like moths. First they are ugly and awkward, until they break out of their shell and become a beautiful butterfly.
Drew Barrymore
#90. It is said that men condemned to death are subject to sudden moments of elation; as if, like moths in the fire, their destruction were coincidental with attainment.
John Le Carre
#91. Moths are the ones that freak me out. It's something to do with the way that, if they get squashed, they turn to dust. There's something very wrong about that. It all feels a bit Gothic.
David Tennant
#92. There are moths outside, ready to die for a light they crave but which is denied to them, shielded from them [...] Sometimes, in the midst of all I have been given, I watch the moths in us all. Everybody has a light which they think they cannot live without.
Alma Alexander
#93. You have a heart of stone," she told him.
"It's not a question of a heart," he said. "The room's getting full of moths.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#94. He had waited five years and bought a mansion where he dispensed starlight to casual moths - so that he could 'come over' some afternoon to a stranger's garden.
F Scott Fitzgerald
#95. We talk about anything but the things we should. Innocent and quiet, like two moths dancing around the same flame.
Pierce Brown
#96. Nobody ever thinks about the flame. It always ends up alone, and surrounded by a bunch of dead moths.
Charity Parkerson
#97. Sadie heard a flurry of wing snap as yellow, orange, and tiger-striped moths flew into the light. Dean stood haloed by moths that pulsed like slips of paper along his shoulders and arms. He lifted each one on his finger, naming them for her.
Susan Tekulve
#98. Oh cat, I'd say, or pray: be-ootiful cat! Delicious cat! Exquisite cat! Satiny cat! Cat like a soft owl, cat with paws like moths, jewelled cat, miraculous cat! Cat, cat, cat, cat.
Doris Lessing
#99. People are attracted to the sociopath's exceptionalism like moths to a flame.
M.E. Thomas
#100. He found he was a man who repented almost everything, regrets crowding in around him like moths to a light. This was actually the main difference between twenty-one and fifty-one, he decided, the sheer volume of regret.
Emily St. John Mandel
