Quotes About Moon

In the great green room, there was a telephone And a red balloon And a picture of a cat jumping over the moon...

I stayed under the moon too long. I am silvered with lust. Dreams flick like minnows through my eyes. My voice is trees tossing in the wind. I loose myself like a flock of blackbirds storming into your face. My lightest touch leaves blue prints, bruises on your mind. Desire sandpapers your skin so thin I read the veins and arteries maps of routes I will travel till I lodge in your spine. The night is our fur. We curl inside it licking.

In my childhood bed we float, your sweet husky voice singing about the crescent moon, with two horns sharp and bright we would climb into like a boat and row away and see, you sang, where the pretty moon goes.

When the night has come and the land is dark and the moon is the only light we see. No, I won't be afraid, no, I won't be afraid, just as long as you stand, stand by me.

You are the treasure custodian, cleaning the moon for me, scouring the sky so the stars would shine bright.

When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that's amore

The moon looks wonderful in this warm evening light, just as a candle flame looks beautiful in the light of morning. Light within light...It seems to me to be a metaphor for the human soul, the singular light within that great general light of existence.

Luna congelada Con esta soledad alevosa tranquila con esta soledad de sagradas goteras de lejanos aullidos de monstruoso silencio de recuerdos al firme de luna congelada de noche para otros de ojos bien abiertos con esta soledad inservible vacía se puede algunas veces entender el amor.

Inside plum trees stood in a row, flowers lifted their pale throats to the moon and stars, a magnolia held its tight-closed buds like white candles in its green hands.

I entered the City of Books, dark jewels hoarded in temples and cathedrals. In this city I found buried candelabra and stories waiting to be read during nights of sea and moon. I loved the City of Books where lost gazelles wandered in search of signs.

The moon rose in the east and that was moon-rise. Six hours later it hung at its zenith between east and west, and that was south-moon-over. It set in the west and that was moon-down. Then it passed from sight and swung under the earth, between west and east. And when it was directly under the earth, that was south-moon-under.

He could understand that the creatures, the fish and the owls, should feed and frolic at moon-rise, at moon-down and at south-moon-over, for these were all plain marks to go by, direct and visible. He marvelled, padding on bare feet past the slat-fence of the clearing, that the moon was so strong that when it lay the other side of the earth, the creatures felt it and stirred by the hour it struck. The moon was far away, unseen, and it had power to move them.

astrological scatological rhyme about the young man from Rangoon who tried to fart his way to the moon. Seems he flopped as a rocket, shit in his pocket, and died in a rectal typhoon.

Now, the Wyrm rises To eclipse the Moon Devouring all within its grasp, Hunting the hunters. There is no garden to which we can flee. There is nowhere to hide. The end is upon us. — When will you rage?

The Almighty One, God, the Divine, the Universal Intelligence, whatever you call it, is all the same thing. The One hears us and helps us, moves the moon and stars for us if we ask in the right way. And dreams come true.

For years politicians have promised the Moon. I'm the first one to be able to deliver it.

I thought the trees down in Lady Zelana's country were about as big as a tree could get, " he said, "but the ones around here are so tall that they probably tickle the moon's tummy when she goes by.

Goodnight, moon. Goodnight, stars. Goodnight planets, comets and... Mars. Yes, even you, Mars. And not only for the sake of the rhyme.

Why would a comediotic guy like Buzz Aldrin worry about who said what first? He was on the %$#@!+-oon!

I stood face to face with the moon and the ocean and the future that spread out with all its bewildering immensity before me.

My parents grew up during the space race, and I think they imagined the future would be us living on moon bases and everyone has rocket shoes.

My expertise is the space program and what it should be in the future based on my experience of looking at the transitions that we've made between pre-Sputnik days and getting to the moon.

We want to build colonies on the Moon, Mars, the Moons of other planets, and even nearby asteroids. We want to make space tourism and commerce routine.

The future is like the moon. You never expect to go there, or think about what it might be like.