He dispensed starlight to casual moths.
He dispensed starlight to casual moths.
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.
Moths, and all sorts of ugly creatures hover about a lighted candle. Can the candle help it?
The space that I can call mine.. is so small that my ideas have become small. I am like a caterpillar in a cocoon of paper; all around me are sketches for sculptures, small drawings that seem like moths fluttering against the windows, beating their wings to escape from this tiny space.. Every day the ideas come more reluctantly, as though they know I will starve them and stunt their growth.
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.
Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare, And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair.
Are there moths on the way to the sun right now going, It's gonna be worth it
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.
The terrible calamity What is the terrible calamity And what will make you comprehend what the terrible calamity is The day on which men shall be as scattered moths, And the mountains shall be as loosened wool.
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.
As moths rush with great speed into the blazing flame for destruction, similarly all these people are rapidly rushing into Your mouths for destruction.
People are coming back that haven't been in years. It's like moths to a flame.
The moths came in great numbers and the dust was plenty so many people complained of skin irritations, some people even left the village for a few days.
After 12 years, the old butterflies came back. Well, I guess at my age you call them moths.
The residents knew what happened last time the moths came. Hundreds of people suffered skin irritations and asthma and when the moths came this time they started buying lotions and staying indoors.
Those who were pre-ordained to have no good karma at all - gazing into the lamp of emotional attachment, they are burnt, like moths in a flame.
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