Quotes About Moon

I glanced back once. A wafer of a moon was shining over Gatsby's house, making the night fine as before, and surviving the laughter and the sound of his still glowing garden. A sudden emptiness seemed to flow now from the windows and the great doors, endowing with complete isolation the figure of the host, who stood on the porch, his hand up in a formal gesture of farewell.

A full moon drenched the road to the lustreless color of platinum, and late-blooming harvest flowers breathed into the motionless air aromas that were like low, half-heard laughter.

At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon, and when you are my age you will give out, as I do, the genial golden warmth of 4PM.

A wafer of a moon was shining over Gatsby's house, making the night fine as before, and surviving the laughter and the sound of his still glowing garden. A sudden emptiness seemed to flow now from the windows and the great doors, endowing with complete isolation the figure of the host, who stood on the porch, his hand up in a formal gesture of farewell.

I see it as a night scene by El Greco: a hundred houses, at once conventional and grotesque, crouching under a sullen, overhanging sky and a lustreless moon. In the foreground four solemn men in dress suits are walking along the sidewalk with a stretcher on which lies a drunken woman in a white evening dress. Her hand, which dangles over the side, sparkles cold with jewels. Gravely the men turn in at a house—the wrong house. But no one knows the woman's name, and no one cares.

mihotoke ni / shini mukeoreba / tsuki suzushi4 I've turned my back On Buddha How cool the moon!

kono aki wa / hiza ni ko no nai / tsukimi kana6 This autumn I'll be looking at the moon With no child on my knee.

tama ni ge ni / mokut? ya tada / michi no tsuki In spirit and in truth silent prayer . . . just the moon on the road

The moon is high up in the sky and it's spring. I think of you and within myself I'm complete. A light breeze comes to me from across the hazy fields. I think of you and whisper your name. I'm not I: I'm happy.

Ao toque adormecido da morfina Perco-me em transparências latejantes E numa noite cheia de brilhantes, Ergue-se a lua como a minha Sina.

La música, la luz de la luna y los sueños son mis armas mágicas.

Romantizm hastal??? budur iÅŸte: sanki sahip olman?n bir yolu varm?? gibi Ay'a göz dikmek.

Carta para no enviar La dispenso de comparecer en mi idea de usted. Su vida [...] Eso no es mi amor, sino su vida.   La amo como amo el crepúsculo o el reflejo de la luna, con el deseo de que el momento quede, pero sin que sea mío salvo en la sensación de haberlo vivido.

To imagine, without being, is the throne. To desire, without wanting, is the crown. We have what we renounce, for we conserve it eternally intact in our dreams, by the light of the sun that isn't, or of the moon that cannot be.

The old woman's three mountains were black against the dark blue sky and were visited off and on by various planets and by the moon after it had left the chickens.

A fat yellow moon appeared in the branches of the fig tree as if it were going to roost there with the chickens. He said that a man had to escape to the country to see the world whole and that he wished he lived in a desolate place like this where he could see the sun go down every evening like God made it to do.

It is, alas, chiefly the evil emotions that are able to leave their photographs on surrounding scenes and objects and whoever heard of a place haunted by a noble deed, or of beautiful and lovely ghosts revisiting the glimpses of the moon?

I may have grown cynical from long service, but this is a tendency I do not like, and I sometimes think I'd rather be a dog and bay at the moon than stay in the Senate another six years and listen to it.

Long ago, in Kentucky, I, a boy, stoodBy a dirt road, in first dark, and heardThe great geese hoot northward.I could not see them, there being no moonAnd the stars sparse. I heard them.I did not know what was happening in my heart.

The preceding arcanum-"The Moon"-confronted us with the task of human intelligence to liberate itself from the magical enchantment which separates it from spontaneous wisdom, and to unite itself with the latter, i.e. to arrive at intuition. The nineteenth arcanum-"The Sun"- is that of the accomplished union of intelligence and spontaneous wisdom: The Arcanum of Intuition.

And whiter grows the foam, The small moon lightens more; And as I turn me home, My shadow walks before.

The broad cloud-driving moon in the clear sky Lifts oer the firs her shining shield, And in her tranquil light Sleep falls on forest and field. See! sleep hath fallen: the trees are asleep: The night is come. The land is wrapt in sleep.

The moon is fat and the night air is so pure it seems edible.

As well to clutch at the moon's reflection in a still midnight pond as to seek a grip on that bright mind.