Quotes About Moon

It is the very error of the moon;She comes more near the earth than she was wont,And makes men mad.

Think'st thou I'd make a life of jealousy,To follow still the changes of the moonWith fresh suspicions? No; to be once in doubtIs once to be resolved.

O! wither'd is the garland of the war,The soldier's pole is fall'n; young boys and girlsAre level now with men; the odds is gone,And there is nothing left remarkableBeneath the visiting moon.

To live a barren sister all your life,Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon.

I must become a borrower of the nightFor a dark hour or twain.

Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon.

Romeo: Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swearThat tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops—Juliet: O! swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,That monthly changes in her circled orb,Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,Than such a Roman.

What may this mean,That thou, dead corse, again in complete steelRevisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon,Making night hideous; and we fools of natureSo horridly to shake our dispositionWith thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?

They threw their capsAs they would hang them on the horns o' the moon,Shouting their emulation.

All that I have to say, is, to tell you that the lanthorn is the moon; I, the man in the moon; this thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and this dog, my dog.

The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings, Therefore let the moon Shine on thee in thy solitary walk; And let the misty mountain-winds be free To blow against thee

We need the kind of leadership exemplified by President Kennedy to just do it! But we must do it as good stewards, aggressively exerting control over the moon. We can best do this by going there.

The USPS owns an envelope, smudged with lunar dust and postmarked on the moon in 1971, that bears a proof for the Apollo 15 stamps yet to be printed.)

When there's a moon the shadows in the house grow larger; invisible hands draw back the curtains, a pallid finger writes forgotten words on dust of the piano...

She was walking in the cherry orchard & the moon washed the stiff folds Of her gown with the misery of the century & ah those blisters of consciousness bursting All around her in the air like Descartes' shooting stars piercing the blackening sky As above her those dangling constellations of Tiny cerise planets trembled With the held expectations of the evening just past from "Cerise

When a dog barks at the moon, then it is religion; but when he barks at strangers, it is patriotism!

Displaced by darkness, you lie flat on your back, putting the world behind you, and stare at the moon, the embarrassing moon, with nothing to offer it, no ebb or flow, no wolfish transformations except this lunacy you keep to yourself

One of the women took his arm and smiled into his face until he looked at her. "We're going to dance in the woods later, when the moon comes up. You'll have to join us, of course," she said. She batted her eyelashes and added, "It's a full moon, so we'll go skyclad." Simon frowned, trying to work out what she was saying. "Naked, you mean." His mouth fluttered as if he was trying to decide whether to grin sheepishly or lasciviously.

And after you were up, when the light had come and the moon had gone, you found the path again waiting through the open window, the faces at the table gazing with you, as you sat with your coffee, silently letting the sense of rest seat home, the body ready to walk, in rhythm and in rhyme, with the given, unspoken source.

It was a warm night for the end of March. Walt had left the front door to the ice-cream parlor open when he went out after supper to gossip with the old men down at Darly Stidger's Store. And yet it was not spring, although winter was dead and the moon was sickly with the neitherness of the time between those seasons: those last few weeks before the cries of the green frogs would rise in stitching clamor from the river shores and meadow bogs.

The beauty of the stars, moon, and oceans are a reflection of my heart.

In presence of the Moon nobody sees stars.

The moon will guide you through the night with her brightness, but she will always dwell in the darkness, in order to be seen.