Top 100 The Moth Quotes
#2. 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
#3. Each of us as he receives his private trouncings at the hands of fate is kept in good heart by hearing of the moth in his brother's parachute and the scorpion in his neighbor's underwear.
N. F. Simpson
#4. The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
#6. I am the moth and he is the flame, and I'm going to get burned. I know.
E.L. James
#7. The moth prefers the moon and detests the sun, while the butterfly loves the sun and hides from the moon. Every living creature responds to light. But depending on the amount of light you have inside, determines which lamp in the sky your heart will swoon.
Suzy Kassem
#8. A day will come when men will discover an alphabet in the eyes of chalcedonies, in the markings of the moth, and will learn in astonishment that every spotted snail has always been a poem.
Alejo Carpentier
#9. I find a fascination, like the fascination for the moth of a star, in those who hold aloof and disdain me.
Logan Pearsall Smith
#10. The moth unwitting rushes on the fire, Through ignorance the fish devours the bait, We men know well the foes that lie in wait, Yet cannot shun the meshes of desire.
Bhartrhari
#11. I am sorry to shock you," she said. "But the moth eats the garment somewhat in five-and thirty years.
Thomas Hardy
#12. Ambition is a gilded misery, a secret poison, a hidden plague, the engineer of deceit, the mother of hypocrisy, the parent of envy, the original of vices, the moth of holiness, the blinder of hearts, turning medicines into maladies, and remedies into diseases.
Thomas Brooks
#13. When I unwrapped the moth from its funeral shroud, it was the same startlingly lovely creature as on the day I had entombed it. Everything about it seemed beautiful and perfect, and so utterly unchanged.
Arthur Golden
#14. I love women. I love all the bright and attractive people and things of this world, the flame and also the moth, the dancer and the dance.
Yves Saint-Laurent
#15. My existence was as unstable as a stream, changing in every way; but the moth was like a piece of stone, changing not at all.
Arthur Golden
#16. The weeping of the candle is not in mourning for the moth: the dawn is at hand, and it is thinking of its own dark night.
Saib Tabrizi
#18. The moth batted its wings angrily at him as it twisted and spun gracelessly in the green blades. For
Consort's sake, throw us a lifeline and stop lettin' death take me hand!
C. Kennedy
#20. I am but as the spark that gleams for a moment,
His burning candle consumed me - the moth;
His wine overwhelmed my goblet,
The master of Rum transmuted my earth to gold
And set my ashes aflame.
Muhammad Iqbal
#21. 'Don't be the moth. Be the light bulb.' When I say that I mean don't follow the crowd. Just shine. Be the light bulb. Do your thing. Pave your own path.
Sara Paxton
#22. I like the 'Moth' podcast a lot. I listen to that.
Gillian Jacobs
#23. Kill not the moth nor butterfly, For the Last Judgement draweth nigh.
William Blake
#24. Like the moth whose feet are caught in the molten wax of a candle, Rouget rapidly used up his remaining energy.
Honore De Balzac
#25. The day Love was illumined,
Lovers learned from You how to burn, Beloved.
The flame was set by the Friend
to give the moth a gate to enter.
Love is a gift from the Beloved to the Lover.
Shaikh Abu-Saeed Abil-Kheir
#26. Consider the stars. Among them are no passions, no wars. They know neither love nor hatred. Did man but emulate the stars, would not his soul become clear and radiant as they are? But man's spirit draws him like a moth to the ephemera of this world, and in their heat he is consumed entire.
Sarah Monette
#27. Spar felt a tiny thud on the back of his shin, as if a moth had butted against him on its flight through the night air. Wait, had that been the small human? Had she kicked him? He could not tell by glancing at her face.
Christine Warren
#28. Then Freddie was transformed into a moth. His old empty body fell forward face first into the water with a splash. Slicked back hair tied in a ponytail floated on the surface of the pool like a dead rodent on the sea as Freddie fluttered up towards a nearby streetlamp.
Stephen Livingston
#29. Andrew Lloyd Webber is one of those odd moth-like creatures who seem to combine extreme discomfort with the spotlight with an unstoppable compulsion to leap into it.
Craig Brown
#30. Where dost thou careless lie, Buried in ease and sloth? Knowledge that sleeps, doth die; And this security, It is the common moth, That eats on wits and arts, and oft destroys them both.
Ben Jonson
#31. INTO HER DARKNESS, a churning synaesthesia, where her pain was the taste of old iron, scent of melon, wings of a moth brushing her cheek. She was unconscious, and he was barred from her dreams.
William Gibson
#32. Those giants of old, the ancient Rishis, who never walked but strode, of whom if you were to think but for a moment you would shrivel up into a moth, they sir, had time-and you have no time!
Swami Vivekananda
#33. The atoms become like a moth, seeking out the region of higher laser intensity.
Steven Chu
#34. Social proof is a flame to the human mind moth, and it leaves a fire trail of destruction across the path of enough.
Will Jelbert
#35. In daylight and up close, he was merciless, all smiles and freckles, the brightest, boldest flame a moth could wish for.
Alexis Hall
#36. Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?
Helen Hunt Jackson
#37. But the good deed, through the ages Living in historic pages, Brighter grows and gleams immortal, Unconsumed by moth or rust.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
#38. She had done everything she could. And he didn't even know.
Marie Rutkoski
#39. Just then, down through the last glimmer of twilight, stepping high and free, like a cloud, a moth, a ghost in the shape of a horse - came the Silver Stallion. Wild, beautiful, and free as the wind he came, from one kingdom to another, Thowra
Elyne Mitchell
#40. I came home one night, some month ago, and I went to the closet in my bedroom ... and a moth ate my sports jacket.
He was laying on the floor, nauseous, y'know.
Woody Allen
#41. Everything about the man screamed danger, so, of course, I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Confidence radiated off of him in waves. I was immediately reminded of how you could tell a man made love by the way he danced.
Lora Ann
#42. How, like a moth, the simple maid Still plays around the flame!
John Gay
#43. It felt as though I had been holding on to Sally all these years, by the tips of my fingers. Just holding on. She was like a moth, fragile and fleeting. One rough breath, one lurch , one tiny movement of your hand and she'd fly away from you.
Belinda Jeffrey
#44. Like a moth to a flame we become helpless to the beautiful ghosts that true love sheds.
Ryan O'Neal
#45. The eastern light our spires touch at morning, The light that slants upon our western doors at evening, The twilight over stagnant pools at batflight, Moon light and star light, owl and moth light, Glow-worm glowlight on a grassblade. O Light Invisible, we worship Thee!
T. S. Eliot
#46. He was wearing a T-shirt that said "Judge a moth by the beauty of its candle." He was my candle, but I was not his. I decided I was okay with that.
Sarah Black
#47. She didn't know why she was so attracted to this stranger, like a moth to the flame, but it scared her.
Lindsay Chamberlin
#48. Is the soul solid, like iron?
Or is it tender and breakable, like
the wings of a moth in the beak of the owl.
Mary Oliver
#49. Poor moth, I can't help you,
I can only turn out the light.
Ryszard Krynicki
#50. Poetry is like an unexpected noise in the night: the creak of a door, a footstep on the porch, the soft scuffle of a moth against the screen, which rouses every sense to an instant alert. So comes poetry to the drowsy mind, which startles a moment, wonders, and returns to sleep.
Christopher Morley
#51. Change itself is what fascinates me. I am drawn, as a moth to the flame, by edge situations, by situations of metamorphosis.
Annie Proulx
#52. There are the dirtstreaked glass panes of the bay windows, there are the heavy, moth-eaten drapes, and there, half hidden by the curtains, pointed face peeking out with that familiar worried look, is Elsie.
Anonymous
#53. I seem to draw the crazies like a moth to a flame. Ian says the bugs come to the light.
Willow Aster
#55. Maybe I didn't try as hard as I ought when he started calling you
names. Serves him right, the nasty old turd. Punch him again, Moth - Peaseblossom
Lisa Mantchev
#56. I'd much rather fall to my death than admit my weakness to you."
"The captain of the Royal Guard wants to impress a lowly handmaiden?"
"A clumsy young man wants to impress a beautiful young woman.
Renee Ahdieh
#57. The white sun like a moth on a string circles the southpole.
A.R. Ammons
#58. Never will I make that extra effort to live according to reality which alone makes good writing possible: hence the manic-depressiveness of my style, - which is either bright, cruel and superficial; or pessimistic; moth-eaten with self-pity
Cyril Connolly
#59. I try to make very careful decisions about what I choose to do, and it's - I know that unfortunately one of the misperceptions about me, I think, is that I'm sort of a moth to the limelight.
Monica Lewinsky
#60. And when white moths were on the wing and moth-like stars were flickering out
W.B.Yeats
#61. In the darkness, who would answer for the color of a rose, Or the vestments of the May moth and the pilgrimage it goes?
Nathalia Crane
#62. I told my mother he looked like a deflated balloon. Greta said he looked like a small gray moth wrapped in a spider's web. That's because everything about Greta is more beautiful, even the way she says things.
Carol Rifka Brunt
#63. When we became teenagers boredom grew like a moth in a cocoon fighting to escape, and the peace created by our parents became a prison. We sought excitement and adventure. We sought anything but the sinless, pure, and average of the faux idyllic.
Scott Thompson
#64. Every object strives for its proper place. A book seeks to be near its truest admirer. Just as this helpless moth seeks to be near the candle that infatuates him.
Vikram Seth
#65. The wall is silence, the grass is sleep, Tall trees of peace their vigil keep, And the Fairy of Dreams with moth-wings furled. Plays soft on her flute to the drowsy world.
Ida Rentoul Outhwaite
#66. Rubella, Talipes, Amsterdam dwarfism, Austism, Asthma, Eczema, Epilepsy - the Sacred Disease. Moth madness, Papa calls it. Said Daniel. The Epilepsy, Papa used to say I was his little papillon de nuit - because of how I fluttered and got the shakes. Butterfly of the night. It suited him.
Emma Henderson
#68. Into the mercy seat I climb My head is shaved, my head is wired And like a moth that tries To enter the bright eye I go shuffling out of life Just to hide in death awhile And anyway I never lied.
Nick Cave
#69. Despite her love of pineapple on pizza, Lark was perfection. I felt like a love starved moth drawn to the light of her smile.
Bijou Hunter
#70. I'm a moth to his flame and it frightens me how willingly I'd burn my wings off for him. Destroy the world. Follow him to Hell. It's scary to feel like you can't breathe without someone.
Karen Marie Moning
#71. The winged word. The mercurial word. The word that is both moth and lamp. The word that is itself and more. the associative word light with meanings. The word not netted by meaning. The exact word wide. The word not whore nor cenobite. The word unlied.
Jeanette Winterson
#72. Just now,
Out of the strange
Still dusk ... as strange, as still ...
A white moth flew ... Why am I grown
So cold?
Adelaide Crapsey
#73. Maybe the point isn't whether or not you become a moth or a butterfly. Maybe the point is that, either way, you've got wings.
Autumn Doughton
#74. PEASEBLOSSOM
A gloaming peace this evening with it brings
In the countryside where we lay our scene
Toad-ballad accompan'd, crickets sing,
and cupcake crumbs make fairy hands unclean.
An indignant Moth squeaked, There were cupcakes?!
Lisa Mantchev
#75. The winter passes and the warm winds of May made me long to wander again. The whistling of a locomotive on a still night had a lure, unexplainable, yet strong, like the light which leads a moth to destruction.
Jim Tully
#77. There's something about Twitch.
He's just ... raw.
Everything about him is raw. And gritty. And unbound.
He's a raging fire. And I'm a fragile moth fluttering into the flame. Sooner or later, I'm going to get burned. I know this.
Will I even survive the heat?
Belle Aurora
#78. Whenever I smelled the same perfume on other women, no matter where I was, I was instantly transported back to that feeling of discovery. The sensation of fingertips against old paper, whose surface was powdery and fragile, like the membrane of a moth's wing.
Reif Larsen
#79. The curtain of the universe is moth-eaten, and through its holes we see nothing now but mask and ghost.
Emile M. Cioran
#80. Life is a frail moth flying Caught in the web of the years that pass.
Sara Teasdale
#81. The white moth to the closing vine,
The bee to the open clover,
And the Gypsy blood to the Gypsy blood
Ever the wide world over.
Rudyard Kipling
#82. The male ghost looked God-awful old and starved and moth-eaten. The female ghost looked young enough to be his daughter, sleek, bouncy, and full of hell
Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
#84. They watched her sit, holding the bundle up before her, the lamp just at her elbow belabored by a moth whose dark shape cast upon her face appeared captive within the delicate skull, the thin and roselit bone, like something kept in a china mask
Cormac McCarthy
#85. From the first time I saw you. You were beautiful and ... you had this light to you. It drew me like a moth. I thought, This is a man powerful enough to let me protect him and strong enough to take me. I thought, with you, maybe sometimes I could let my guard down at last. Except you hated me.
Kim Fielding
#86. No." I've fallen asleep praying for you to look at me like this. To touch me like this. "Don't break my heart." Moth shadows glide above him in the mirrored ceiling, distracting me from the fierceness of his frown. "I'd cut mine out first.
A.G. Howard
#87. The dusk had arrived on the wings of a night moth, silent and soft. The sky above me darkened to a deep, beautiful purple. Stars glowed high above, and below them, as if inspired by their light, tiny fireflies awoke and crawled from their shelter in the leaves.
Ilona Andrews
#88. But in this rare moment, I will also concede that like a moth to a flame, I'm drawn to her. To her innocence. To her kindness. To her ability to love. To all the things I wish I was capable of but have sacrificed in order to survive.
L.B. Simmons
#89. She had big, vague eyes and a big, vague smile, and was always very busy in the way that a moth crashing about in a lampshade is busy.
Frances Hardinge
#90. People were drawn to her the way a moth clings to a porch light, and I was the most hypnotized of all.
Brielle A. Marino
#91. Unlike most divorced parents, whose interactions are confined to the topic of the kids, people still sharing a house have to talk about clogged sinks and moth infestations.
Katie Hafner
#92. The dead are orphans. No company but the silence like a moth's wing. An end to the agony of movement, to the long nightmare of going down the road. The body in peace, stillness, and order. The perfect darkness of death.
Richard Bachman
#93. Being kissed on the back of the knee is a moth at the windowscreen ...
Anne Sexton
#94. We were passing the city cemetery. Adjoining it was a field occupied only by a couple of amiable and moth-eaten horses, and a grey tower. I asked what the tower was for. My grandfather answered that it held a giant's arm.
Isobelle Carmody
#95. There are queer things, evil things, out yonder, and there are bones of white men bleaching in the sun who have sought to know too much. Curiosity doesn't pay yonder.
("The Great White Moth")
Frederick Merrick White
#96. A moth is just a butterfly in love with the moon... So sad that their love can never be that he forgot how to be BEAUTIFUL.
John Allison
#97. Girls are always saying things like, "I'm so unhappy that I'm going to overdose on aspirin," but they'd be awfully surprised if they succeeded. They have no intention of dying. At the first sight of blood, they panic.
Rachel Klein
#98. Nature is full of by-ends. A moth feeds on a petal, in a moment the pollen caught on its breast will be wedding this blossom to another in the next county.
George Iles
#99. Your light burns so bright. I never had a chance. Your fire enchants me, and I'd do anything to be near this fire, even if it meant death.
K. Webster
#100. He felt all at once like an ineffectual moth, fluttering at the windowpane of reality, dimly seeing it from outside.
Philip K. Dick
