Quotes About Moon

You are the dark shape I find On nights of the spilling moon, Pale in the pool of heaven. — N. Scott Momaday, from "Revenant" The Death of Sitting Bear: New and Selected Poems (HarperCollins, 2020)

Division There is a depth of darkness In the wild country, days of evening And the silence of the moon. I have crept upon the bare ground Where animals have left their tracks, And faint cries carry on the summits, Or sink to silence in the muffled leaves. Here is the world of wolves and bears And of old, instinctive being, So noble and indifferent as to be remote To human knowing. The scales upon which We seek a balance measure only a divide.

I don't need a mate," she muttered, staring up at the bright circle of the early autumn moon. "But can't you send me a nice, sexy, strong male to dance with? Pretty please?

The mad head of the house was rotting, and night was dragging her wings across the moon, tracing filigree on the floors. In the attic, more black moths were dancing because it was cold, because it was dark. Because they were hungry. For the butterfly.

As majority leader of the Senate, and during his vice presidency as chairman of the National Aeronautics and Space Council, it was Lyndon Johnson who first promoted "stepping into the space race" and making it a national priority to put a man on the moon.

Three mysteries are grasped by no man: The mistletoe green between earth and sky, The sadness in a maiden's smile, The runes shaped by the changing moon.

I am Sailor Moon, champion of justice! On behalf of the moon, I will right wrongs and triumph over evil, and that means you! - sailor moon

We mustn't keep meeting like this. Communications between the people of the moon and earth is forbidden...it is the way of the gods...we mustn't fall in love...but its already too late......

Do you think that you are the stars, perhaps? And that I am the moon? I thought you were the moon. But I have been absent, too, you know. I think I have been absent all this time.

with white dawns and glaring moons, and sunsets smeared with too much color.

What crannies of untouched perception can you explore? What autumn was it that the moon entered your life? When was it that you picked blueberries at their quintessential moment? How long did you wait for your first true bike? Who are your angels? What are you thinking of? Not thinking of? What are you looking at? Not looking at?

The autumn twilight turned into deep and early night as they walked. Tristran could smell the distant winter on the air—a mixture of night-mist and crisp darkness and the tang of fallen leaves.... the crescent moon hung white in the sky and the stars burned in the darkness above them.

Big ring around moon, three or four days from full. Rain coming? Big wave every 10 seconds, sometimes like distant explosion, booming sub-bass.

They're all dead. They're all dead and they live in holes like this one. And I'm in one too. Everybody. The world's a place full of holes with dead people in them. And the moon's a ball all full of holes too and inside them there are other dead people.

Sono tutti morti. Sono tutti morti e vivono in buchi come questo. E in uno ci sono io. Tutti quanti. Il mondo è un posto pieno di buchi dove dentro ci sono i morti. E anche la luna è una palla tutta piena di buchi e dentro ci sono altri morti.

Humming softly with the child asleep in his arms, Sardus Swift looked to the winking stars and saw the moon - a smirk on the face of heaven - as he made his way home.

De Lacey: It is night in the Garden of Eden. Do you see the moon? Creature: There. There it is. De Lacey: Describe it to me. Creature: Solitary.

I saw it written and I saw it sayPink moon is on its wayAnd none of you stand so tallPink moon's gonna get you all.

Now he understood why her hounds spoke of her as they did: not human, more like a wall, a tide, the waxing of the moon. A force of nature. Implacable, untouchable.

Between her bleeding days, at the waxing of the moon, her senses opened like a night lily.

A moth fluttered over the reflection of the moon in the water. She spoke quietly in the still, scented air.

What the . . . Look, Panas, the moon's gone." "So it is," kum agreed phlegmatically. "Right, and you just accept it, like that's the way it should be?" "Well, what else can I do about it?" "What devil has done this to the moon, I want to know? May he never have a shot of vodka in the morning,

Virtue beameth from a generous spirit as light from the moon, or as brilliancy from Jupiter.

The only person to ever play golf on the moon was astronaut Alan Shepard. His golf ball was never found.