Quotes About Moon

It was dark, and there was only a little moon, which I took to mean that the goddess, if she existed, smiled on me.

I looked at her, as vivid in my doorway as the moon in the autumn sky. Her eyes held mind, gray and steady. It is a common saying that women are delicate creatures, flowers, eggs, anything that may be crushed in a moment's carelessness. If I had every believed it, I no longer did.

We choose to go to the Moon. We choose to go to the Moon...We choose to go to the Moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard; because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our energies and skills, because that challenge is one that we are willing to accept, one we are unwilling to postpone, and one we intend to win, and the others, too.

The moon hung over the planet Earth, a dead thing over a dying thing.

The two of us in that room. No past, no future. All intense deep that-time-only. A feeling that everything must end, the music, ourselves, the moon, everything. That if you get to the heart of things you find sadness for ever and ever, everywhere; but a beautiful silver sadness, like a Christ face.

Joel 2:30–31:   I will show wonders in the heavens and in the earth: Blood and fire and pillars of smoke. The sun shall be turned into darkness, And the moon into blood, Before the coming of the great and awesome day of the LORD.

Then God said, "Let there be lights in the firmament of the heavens to divide the day from the night; and let them be for signs and seasons." The Hebrew word for "sign" is owth, which also translates as "signals." Therefore, based on the Bible, God uses the sun, moon, and stars as signals to mankind.

Spun about, she saw the moon outside the windows. She saw stormtroopers running down the metal steps to the main floor. And now she looked directly into the terrifying eyes of Count Vidian.

What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should'st move my heart so potently?

Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne

A Poet is the most unpoetical of any thing in existence; because he has no Identity--he is continually in for--and filling some other Body--The Sun, the Moon, the Sea and Men and Women who are creatures of impulse are poetical and have about them an unchangeable attribute--the poet has none; no identity--he is certainly the most unpoetical of all God's Creatures. If then he has no self, and if I am a Poet, where is the Wonder that I should say I would write no more?

A Poet is the most unpoetical of any thing in existence; because he has no Identity -- he is continually in for -- and filling some other Body -- The Sun, the Moon, the Sea, and Men and Women who are creatures of impulse are poetical and have about them an unchangeable attribute -- the poet has none; no identity -- he is certainly the most unpoetical of all God's creatures.

De modo que aquí estoy, sentado en este tren. Fuera sigue estando oscuro sin más luz que la de los anuncios de neón que aparecen a veces. El traqueteo sobre los raíles es cada vez más rápido, y puedo ver que ahora los árboles cruzan velozmente la luna. Los años que me quedaban antes de ir a la escuela pasaron con tanta rapidez como ahora pasan esos árboles ante la luna.

The sea is not all that responds to the moon. Twice a day the solid earth bobs up and down, as much as a foot.

The Dark Side of the Moon has flash - the true flash that comes from the excellence of a superb performance.

The faults of a superior person are like the sun and moon. They have their faults, and everyone sees them; they change and everyone looks up to them.

If the Sun and Moon should ever doubt, they'd immediately go out.

By the moon as I sit to seek your glory, the white roses I see, creates a new story. Seasons are many, their reasons few. What remains is that I will always love you.

In the stories, the gods have the power to delay the moon's course if they wish, to spin a single night the length of many.

At night, the moon silvered smaller and smaller. I stared until I could see it even when I closed my eyes, the yellow curve bright against the dark of my eyelids. I hoped that it might keep the visions of the boy at bay.

The stars turned, and somewhere the moon crept across the sky. When my eyes dragged closed again, he was waiting for me still, covered in blood, his face as pale as bone. Of course he was. No soul wished to be sent early to the endless gloom of our underworld. Exile might satisfy the anger of the living, but it did not appease the dead.

Our goddess of the moon is gifted with magic, with power over the dead. She could banish the dreams, if she wished.

Another moon passed, and somewhere in those months was the last time he ever screamed. I wish I could remember when it was. No, I wish rather I could have told myself when it would come, so all those hopeless days I could have looked to its horizon.

Después hicieron acto de presencia las lágrimas, y se derramaron, y las constelaciones se pusieron a girar sobre nosotros, y la luna empezó a trazar su fatigoso curso. Yacimos acongojados e insomnes mientras transcurrían las horas.