“Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?”

“Be the flame, not the moth.”

“They built a temple for the God,
'Twas in a myrtle grove,
Where the bee and the butterfly
Vied for each blossom's love.”

“The flower doesn’t dream of the bee. It blossoms and the bee comes.”

“It makes no difference abroad,
The seasons fit the same,
The mornings blossom into noons,
And split their pods of flame.

Wild-flowers kindle in the woods,
The brooks brag all the day;
No blackbird bates his jargoning
For passing Calvary.

Auto-da-fé and judgment
Are nothing to the bee;
His separation from his rose
To him seems misery.”

“Developers are drawn to complexity like moths to a flame often with the same result.”

“Moth: I gave you my life.

Flame: I allowed you to kiss me.”

“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”

“Like a moth to a flame
Burned by the fire.
My love is blind
Can't you see my desire?”

“Her mouth is a honey-blossom,
No doubt, as the poet sings;
But within her lips, the petals,
Lurks a cruel bee that stings.”