Quotes About Moon

Who says you cannot hold the moon in your hand? Tonight when the stars come out and the moon rises in the velvet sky, look outside your window, then raise your hand and position your fingers around the disk of light. There you go . . . That was easy!

When hope is fleeting, stop for a moment and visualize, in a sky of silver, the crescent of a lavender moon. Imagine it -- delicate, slim, precise, like a paper-thin slice from a cabochon jewel. It may not be very useful, but it is beautiful. And sometimes it is enough.

SUN, MOON, AND STARRY SKY Early summer evenings, when the first stars come out, the warm glow of sunset still stains the rim of the western sky. Sometimes, the moon is also visible, a pale white slice, while the sun tarries. Just think -- all the celestial lights are present at the same time! These are moments of wonder -- see them and remember.

The moon, plump as a merchant's wife, swam behind clouds, wearying of the chase.

Kiril Roublev glissa, à longues enjambées sur ses skis, jusqu'à a la station suivante, le long de bois silencieux où l'obscurité semblait naître à ras de terre ainsi qu'une brume insaisissable. Un mince croissant de lune bleu terriblement effilé, épousant la forme d'une gorge idéale, monta dans la nuit. Roublev pensa: Vilaine lune. La peur vient tout à fait comme la nuit.

Science flies you to the moon. Religion flies you into buildings.

Science flies men to the moon, religion flies men into buildings.

Maybe I am staring into a piece of paper like it is a pond, hoping one day that what looks back is not my own reflection, but my great-grandmother's face. Maybe poetry is the distance between my face and her face. Maybe it's the difference between how the moon looks in the sky and how it contorts when a mayfly travels across the pond.

If I ever get to go to the moon, I'll probably just stand on the moon and go 'Hmmm, yeah…fair enough…gotta go home now.

When I admire the wonders of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, my soul expands in the worship of the creator.

Stars veil their beauty soon / Beside the glorious moon, / When her full silver light / Doth make the whole earth bright.

and her skin shone luminous and impossibly pale, as if it drank light from the moon.

Peppercorn is black and so is the beauty mark of the moon-faces -both rend the heart, yet between them lie enormous spaces

The Heavenly City will vie with the moon and even the sun for beauty and splendour!

After a while the press of business in the province put an end to our philosophizing, and I returned with increased determination to my plans to fly to the Moon.

She lies awake in the small hours. On the bedside table is a Moon Tiger. The Moon Tiger is a green coil that slowly burns all night, repelling mosquitoes, dropping away into lengths of grey ash, its glowing red eye a companion of the hot insect-rasping darkness. She lies there thinking of nothing, simply being, her whole body content. Another inch of the Moon Tiger feathers down into the saucer.

I mean loving the moon in the sky but leaving it there. Because even suppose you managed to bring it down, that would make the earth darker and not brighter, however good an idea it might have seemed when you first entertained it.

If we do not require a calendar to be geared to a tropical year (earth's orbit), but only that it be geared to some part of the celestial clock, then the Maya calendar was more accurate than the Julian calendar, more accurate than the Babylonian (solar-lunar) calendar; it intermeshed the gear wheels of Sun, Moon and Venus, and was based on a more accurate gear ratio than the other calendars, repeating itself only once in 52 years.

Here is the answer to Einstein's question about the moon. Yes, it is there when no one observes it – because the environment is already, and without cease, 'measuring' it. All of the photons of sunlight that bounce off the moon are agents of decoherence, and more than adequate to fix its position in space and give it a sharp outline. The universe is always looking.

At one point he seemed to be showing the moon to Lyra, pointing up at it and holding her so she could see, or perhaps he was showing Lyra to the moon; at any rate he looked like a lord in his own domain, with nothing to fear and all the silvery night to enjoy.

So, wondering whether any lovers before them had made this blissful discovery, they lay together as the earth turned slowly and the moon and stars blazed above them.

The moon was climbing the sky, and the vast sweep of the milky way stretched above, every one of those minute specks a sun in its own system, lighting and warming planets, maybe, and life, maybe, and some kind of wondering being, maybe, looking out at the little star that was her sun, and at this world, and at Lyra.

Noche que contemplas ceñuda este refulgente desierto, deja que salga tu luna mientras cierro los ojos. William Blake

You can buy gold that is bright as the sun and diamonds as pale as the moon. But you cannot buy the sun. You cannot own the moon." II