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• Nuestro Padre que está en la naturaleza, que ha dado el don de la supervivencia al coyote, a la rata común, al gorrión inglés, a la mosca doméstica y a la polilla, debe tener un gran y abrumador amor por los inútiles y los vagos, y por Mack y los muchachos. Virtudes y gracias y pereza y entusiasmo. Padre nuestro que estás en la naturaleza.

  John Steinbeck

  Arte, Padre, Niños

  John Steinbeck (2001). "Novelas, 1942-1952"

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• What things there are to write, if one could only write them! My mind is full of gleaming thought; gay moods and mysterious, moth-like meditations hover in my imagination, fanning their painted wings. But always the rarest, those streaked with azure and the deepest crimson, flutter away beyond my reach.

  Logan Pearsall Smith

  Writing, Gay, Wings

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• Moth, that wasn't very nice.

  Michael Buckley

  Nice, Very Nice

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• One night, a group of moths gathered on a shelf watching a burning candle. Puzzled by the nature of the light, they sent one of their members to go and check on it. The scouting moth circled the candle several times and came back with a description: The light was bright. Then a second moth went to examine it. He, too, came back with an observation: The light was hot. Finally a third moth volunteered to go. When he approached the candle he didn't stop like his friends had done, but flew straight into the flame. He was consumed there and then, and only he understood the nature of the light.

  Elif Safak

  Night, Light, Flames

  "Black Milk: On the Conflicting Demands of Writing, Creativity, and Motherhood". Book by Elif Shafak, 2007.

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• Her body was wrapped in shadows like moth wings, like rose-petals.

  Stephen King

  Wings, Rose, Shadow

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• The clock struck half past two. In the little office at the back of Mr. McKechnie's bookshop, Gordon--Gordon Comstock, last member of the Comstock family, aged twenty-nine and rather moth-eaten already--lounged across the table, pushing a fourpenny packet of Player's Weights open and shut with his thumb.

  George Orwell

  Book, Past, Player

  George Orwell (1987). “The complete works of George Orwell”

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• El verano es pródigo en alegría. La hierba se llena de insectos encantados a mi paso, y multitudes de saltamontes a cada zancada saltan en todas direcciones con la felicidad como guía; y de mis pies que rozan las polillas huyen a lugares más seguros para continuar su juego. Parten en tropel. Me maravilla, y mucho, ver tales mundos de insectos en el camino, Y más ver cada cosa, por pequeña que sea, Compartiendo la alegría de la generosidad que pertenece a todos. Y aquí recojo, por el mundo olvidado, Cosechas de consuelo de su feliz humor, Sintiendo que la bendición de Dios habita en cada lugar Y nada vive sino le debe gratitud.

  John Clare

  Verano, Gratitud, Bendición

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• How, like a moth, the simple maid Still plays around the flame!

  John Gay

  Simple, Flames, Play

  1728 The Beggar's Opera, act 1, sc.4, air 4.

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• 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

  Thinking, Giants, Ancient

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• A coat that is not used, the moths eat; and a Christian who is hung up so that he shall not be tempted-the moths eat him; and they have poor food at that.

  Henry Ward Beecher

  Christian, Temptation, Coats

  Henry Ward Beecher William Drysdale (1887). "Proverbios del Púlpito de Plymouth"

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• The better part of the man is soon ploughed into the soil for compost. By a seeming fate, commonly called necessity, they are employed, as it says in an old book, laying up treasures which moth and rust will corrupt and thieves break through and steal. It is a fool's life, as they will find when they get to the end of it, if not before.

  Henry David Thoreau

  Book, Fate, Men

  Henry David Thoreau (2009). “Walden”, p.3, Cosimo, Inc.

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• La casa se llenó de amor. Aureliano lo expresaba en una poesía que no tenía principio ni fin. Lo escribía en los ásperos trozos de pergamino que le regalaba Melquiades, en las paredes del cuarto de baño, en la piel de sus brazos, y en todo ello aparecía Remedios transfigurada: Remedios en el aire soporífero de las dos de la tarde, Remedios en el suave aliento de las rosas, Remedios en los secretos de reloj de agua de las polillas, Remedios en el humeante pan de la mañana, Remedios en todas partes y Remedios para siempre.

  Gabriel Garcia Marquez

  Morning, Wall, Writing

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• El sol blanco, como una polilla en una cuerda, rodea el polo sur.

  A. R. Ammons

  Circles, White, Sun

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• 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

  Book, Strive, Admirer

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• 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

  Hurt, Eye, Dark

  Janice Galloway (1989). “The Trick is to Keep Breathing: A Novel”

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• Again, somehow, one saw life, a pure bead. I lifted the pencil again, useless though I knew it to be. But even as I did so, the unmistakable tokens of death showed themselves. The body relaxed, and instantly grew stiff. The struggle was over. The insignificant little creature now knew death. As I looked at the dead moth, this minute wayside triumph of so great a force over so mean an antagonist filled me with wonder. Just as life had been strange a few minutes before, so death was now as strange.

  Virginia Woolf

  Struggle, Mean, Triumph

  Virginia Woolf (2017). “Essays Virginia Woolf”, p.446, Random House

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• Beauty,’ Brimstone had scoffed once. ‘Humans are fools for it. As helpless as moths who hurl themselves at fire.

  Laini Taylor

  Fire, Fool, Humans

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• Las polillas como yo mueren a millares cada minuto. Pero su trabajo continúa. ¡Gloria a la Madre!

  Swami Vivekananda

  Mother, Goes On, Glory

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• What the Man-Moth fears most he must do.

  Elizabeth Bishop

  Hombres

  Elizabeth Bishop (2015). “Poems”, p.16, Macmillan

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• Sé la llama, no la polilla.

  Giacomo Casanova

  I Hate You, Flames

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• Remember Killer Moth, the most ingenuous rogue ever to defy the dynamic duo, Batman and Robin ?Perhaps you recall how the weird beam from the Moth Signal summoned the Gangland Guardian to the aid of desperate criminals ?And who can forget the eerie Moth Cave where new and startling implements of crime were produced by this evil genius !

  Bob Kane

  Eerie, Evil, Criminals

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• 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

  Past, Ideas, Voice

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• Es curioso, ¿verdad?, que las cosas que conoces bien nunca parezcan sucias y destartaladas; los muebles viejos de otras personas parecen raídos y apolillados. "Nunca tendría ese horrible sofá viejo en mi habitación", dices. Pero tu propio sofá viejo es igual de malo y no te disgusta su aspecto; es tu amigo, ya ves, y lo recuerdas cuando era nuevo y elegante. Los amigos a los que conoces desde hace mucho tiempo y quieres mucho nunca parecen envejecer.

  D.E. Stevenson

  Smart, Dirty, Long

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• 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

  Strong, Winter, Night

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• Se estaba despegando, estaba seguro de ello -sus huesos ya no estaban envueltos en carne, sino en nubes de polvo, en colibríes, libélulas y polillas luminosas-, pero su equilibrio era tan perfecto que no sentía miedo. Era inmenso, era múltiple, era dinámico, era eterno.

  Tom Robbins

  Nubes, Polvo, Perfecto

  Tom Robbins (2003). "Perfume de Jitterbug", p.227, Bantam

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