Quotes About Moon

She stared at it for a long time, seeing the rabbit in the moon, and thoughts of Watership Down, which she'd read as a child, drifted into her head.

Se o Sol é doador de vida, simbolicamente vinculado com a dimensão espiritual, a Lua se relaciona com a manifestação do espírito. Em tudo ela está ligada à expressão prática de assuntos mundanos [...]. A Lua passa por todos os signos e toca cada aspecto em todo mapa uma vez por mês. Hoje, pode-se dizer, ela representa, em termos psicológicos, nossa 'tarefa de casa' psíquica, aprender e aplicar.

Também se diz que a Lua é yin na sua relação com o Sol, mas yang em sua relação com a Terra. Traduzindo isso em termos psicológicos, talvez possamos dizer que o relacionamento do ego com o Self deveria ser visto como receptivo, mas que, no tocante à autoexpressão ele é criativo.

O conhecimento da posição da Lua progredida e dos aspectos formados por Saturno em trânsito assinala qual é a 'opus' do momento presente. A Lua, tal como um refletor, mostra o foco, enquanto Saturno e os outros planetas descrevem as condições do tempo psicológicas.

High above, the oracle of the moon rose in the watchful night.

Oh, can I? Because what I want to do is strangle you. I want to tie you up and throw you over my shoulder and jump out of a moving train. I want to take you to the coldest place in Siberia, to the darkest part of the moon. I want to keep you safe, Gracie. So the question is, why are you so determined to stop me?" - Alexei

It was a nearly starless sky. Black clouds hung heavy overhead, blocking out the moon.

Fallen Angel?" "Maybe," Kat answered, looking to the sky. "But even on a night with no moon, that inner courtyard is awfully small to risk someone seeing you or your parachute. And no one builds guard towers if they aren't going to fill them with guards.

The moon is my sun, the night is my day, Blood is my life, and you are my prey.

The first credible humans-to-Mars plans are starting to weave together in public-private partnerships. In fact, I can say with some authority that this will also be the case in terms of the Moon and asteroids as well.

I saw a photograph of a wedding conducted by Reverend Moon of the Unification Church. I wanted to understand this event, and the only way to understand it was to write about it.

It's always snowing at the south pole of Enceladus.

I've never seen a moon in the sky that, if it didn't take my breath away, at least misplaced it for a moment.

The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to.

but the cracks and scars on Jonsen's enormous hands were as interesting to her as the valleys on the moon to a boy with a telescope.

I thought, then, that I could see your own soul in the constant waves tearing unconcerned at the impenetrable dunes. I wanted, then, to believe the moon is a flower, fragrant, its stem tossed across the water. It was then that I entered some other world, the way your life wakes suddenly in the middle of the night to find your own worn-out dreams lying in sheets around you...

I don't want to see you caught like a word in that last line. What does the nightingale do when it runs out of things to say? Only this: I have never been so astonished at the love of one woman which is the way the moon finally closes its eye behind a ridge, the way the wind never stays around long enough to see what it has brought.

It's the cliff I climb when the moon is you.

If you ask me do I love you, I have to tell you that I have never loved you, not even now, not tomorrow. In this way, I can begin to love you again and again because there is no past. This is the way the moon unbutton the stars as it passes overhead. The way even the most distant galaxies continue to tug on us. This is the way I love you.

For now, we have this sky and the moon, warm air in our lungs and good companions. I can tell you one thing for certain, little brother: In this life, no matter what anyone promises you, what allegiances of love or fealty they swear or what gods they pray to, you will never have more than what you have at this moment.

He finishes and wipes his mouth. As he folds his napkin he says, "As the poet once said, 'Love has more faces than the moon.'" "What the hell does that mean?" "I have no idea. But it's very pretty, don't you think?

I looked at all the trees and didn't know what to do. A box made out of leaves. What else was in the woods? A heart, closing. Nevertheless. Everyone needs a place. It shouldn't be inside of someone else. I kept my mind on the moon. Cold moon, long nights moon. From the landscape: a sense of scale. From the dead: a sense of scale. I turned my back on the story. A sense of superiority. Everything casts a shadow. Your body told me in a dream it's never been afraid of anything.

I kept my mind on the moon.

There is just one moon and one golden sun—" Sun! Finn thought. What were they missing? "And a smile means friendship to ev'ryone—