Quotes About Moon

Today, far continents have become suburbs. Even the moon has somehow come closer. But for all that, the past has not lost its power, and if within a lifetime a man changes his skin an infinite number of times--almost as often as his suits--still he does not change his heart: he has but one.

the tides are the moon and sea keeping their own promises, and that's that. A promise involves a thing that can't be measured, which is trust and I can't speak for rain and the sea and moon, but I can ask why people keep their promises, and maybe the answer in the end is love.

Although their equipment is of lower resolution, many of these individuals have none the less identified rather remarkable structures and activity on the Moon.

NASA Lunar Orbiter V photo, No. MR 168).

was entitled Somebody Else Is on the Moon. The author's name was George Leonard. I spent the next few hours reading it, and then re-read it two more times.

Leonard pointed up, one of the most remarkable photos, taken by the astronauts of Apollo 12 on their flights around the Moon, portrays what is referred to as Super Rig 1971 (NASA photo 71-H-781) and which is very similar to another photo of a similar Super Rig (NASA photo 66-H-1293) taken five years earlier.

July 20, 1969: Apollo 11. November 19,1969: Apollo 12. February 5,1971: Apollo 14. July 30,1971: Apollo 15. July 30,1971: Apollo 16. December 11,1972: Apollo 17. The Soviets sent to the Moon the following unmanned Luna crafts: September 20, 1970: Luna 16. November 17, 1970: Luna 17. February 21,1972: Luna 20. January 16,1973: Luna 21. August 16, 1976: Luna

Maurice Chatelain, who in 1955 came to the United States from (then) French Morocco. His book was entitled Our Ancestors Came from Outer Space, but it includes quite a number of factoids such as: "When Apollo 11 made the first landing on the Sea of Tranquility, and, only moments before Armstrong stepped down the ladder to set foot on the moon, two UFOs hovered overhead.

It certainly takes a rather simplistic gullibility to accept that the American efforts to colonize the Moon were abruptly canceled because the public, of all things, had lost interest.

It was entitled Somebody Else Is on the Moon. The author's name was George Leonard.

was not until 1995, some twenty-three years later, that the Clementine craft was sent to the Moon. This, however, was a U.S. Army project, not a NASA effort.

There is a rather sprightly category of information about the Moon called anomalies—the common definitions of this term referring to an irregularity or a deviation from the common rule.

By this technique of measuring, the oldest Earth rocks found so far date only to 3.5 billion years ago. The Moon missions returned some 900 pounds of rocks and soil samples. From these, a curious factoid was ultimately revealed in 1973: some of the Moon rocks dated back to 5.3 billion years ago. Thus, between

Finally, Dr. Sean C. Solomon of MIT reported (in Astronautics, February 1962) that "The Lunar Orbiter experiments vastly improved our knowledge of the moon's gravitational field indicating the frightening possibility that the moon might be hollow." Frightening? What, indeed, is the significance of that word? The significance was mentioned by no less a figure than the late and great astronomer Carl Sagan in his book Intelligent Life in the Universe (1966).

All the light of the day, fleeing the earth, seemed for one brief moment to take refuge in the sky; pink clouds spiralled round the full moon that was as green as pistachio sorbet and as clear as glass; it was reflected in the lake.

To be perfectly honest with you, I don't really see what the big deal is about getting to the Moon with the computers and the mid-course-corrections. I know you are a bunch of engineers, and you know better than I do, but I ask you ... once you get there beyond the atmosphere, do you or do you not see the Moon?

If I know a song of Africa, of the giraffe and the African new moon lying on her back, of the plows in the fields and the sweaty faces of the coffee pickers, does Africa know a song of me? Will the air over the plain quiver with a color that I have had on, or the children invent a game in which my name is, or the full moon throw a shadow over the gravel of the drive that was like me, or will the eagles of the Ngong Hills look out for me?

I could distinguish the shape of her bosom, her arms, her thighs, just as I remember them now, just as now, when the Moon has become that flat, remote circle, I still look for her as soon as the first sliver appears in the sky, and the more it waxes, the more clearly I imagine I can see her, her or something of her, but only her, in a hundred, a thousand different vistas, she who makes the Moon the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them.

we contemplated the stars beyond the Moon, big as pieces of fruit, made of light, ripened on the curved branches of the sky, and everything exceeded my most luminous hopes, and yet, and yet, it was, instead, exile. I thought only of the Earth. It was the Earth that caused each of us to be that someone he was rather than someone else; up there, wrested from the Earth, it was as if I were no longer that I, not she that She for me.

What remains uncertain, rather, is whether this gain in evidence and (we might as well say it) splendor is due to the slow retreat of the sky, which as it moves away, sinks deeper and deeper into darkness, or whether on the contrary, it is the moon that is coming forward, collecting the previously scattered light and depriving the sky of it, concentrating it all in the round mouth of its funnel.

Imagine I can see her, her or something of her, but only her, in a hundred, a thousand different vistas, she who makes the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them.

If on a winter's night a traveler, outside the town of Malbork, leaning from the steep slope without fear of wind or vertigo, looks down in the gathering shadow in a network of lines that enlace, in a network of lines that intersect, on the carpet of leaves illuminated by the moon around an empty grave-What story down there awaits its end? - he asks, anxious to hear the story.

I still look for her as soon as the first sliver appears in the sky, and the more it waxes, the more clearly I imagine I can see her, her or something of her, but only her, in a hundred, a thousand different vistas, she who makes the Moon the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them.

tal como todavía la recuerdo, tal como incluso ahora que la Luna se ha convertido en ese pequeño círculo plano y lejano, siempre la voy buscando con la mirada en cuanto en el cielo aparece el primer gajo; y cuanto más crece más me imagino verla, a ella o alguna cosa de ella pero nada más que a ella, en cien, en mil vistas distintas, a ella que hace Luna a la Luna y que en cada luna llena obliga a los perros a aullar durante toda la noche y a mí con ellos.