Quotes About Moon

I am longing for you in life and in deathAs the moon is longing for night and life is longing for breath

The moon is beautiful only when the mind is seeking beauty and the heart is loving.

Some of us see endless darkness and get scared. Some of us see the joyful moon and dancing stars.

Shine like a candle of love to enlighten the world like the moon.

In the morning, wonder and be generous like the sun. In the evening, meditate and be kind like the moon.

The wind is the moon's imagination wandering.

Poetry is a sequence of dots and dashes, spelling depths, crypts, cross-lights, and moon wisps.

The moon people do not eat by swallowing food but by smelling it. Their money is poetry - actual poems, written out on pieces of paper whose value is determined by the worth of the poem itself.

POETRY: A sliver of the moon lost in the belly of a golden frog.

Does not heed to the darkWith its shimmering light, Moon quietly bathes the ocean

They say she is too much to handle, but when the moon pulls the tide and the wolves howl her name, blessed are the ones who have been taken by her wild.

Man has reached the moon, but twenty centuries ago a poet knew the enchantments that would make the moon come down to earth.

The moon, right now, is even bigger than my love for it.

Buechner uses words with such transformative power that any comment on them is like the moon palely reflecting the sun.

Language exerts hidden power, like the moon on the tides.

Here is Chang Ch'ao on reading at different times in your life: "Reading books in one's youth is like looking at the moon through a crevice; reading books in middle age is like looking at the moon in one's courtyard; and reading books in old age is like looking at the moon on an open terrace. This is because the depth of benefits of reading varies in proportion to the depth of one's own experience.

The sky was a midnight-blue, like warm, deep, blue water, and the moon seemed to lie on it like a water-lily, floating forward with an invisible current.

A lunatic is indeed properly one that hath lucid intervals; sometimes enjoying his senses, and sometimes not, and that frequently depending upon the change of the moon.

The moon like a flowerIn heaven's high bower,With silent delight,Sits and smiles on the night.

If the sun and moon should doubt, They'd immediately go out.

The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves,The brilliant moon and all the milky sky,And all that famous harmony of leaves,Had blotted out man's image and his cry.

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun. - The Song of Wandering Aengus

Ah, faerics, dancing under the moon, A Druid land, a Druid tune! While still I may, I write for you The love I lived, the dream I knew.

It is as though the moon changed every thing - Myself and all that I can hear and see; For when the heavy body has grown weak, There is nothing that can tether the wild mind That, being moonstruck and fantastical, Goes where it fancies. From The King's Threshold