Quotes About Moon

Spiritually, however, the center is where sight is. Stand on a height and view the horizon. Stand on the moon and view the whole earth rising—even, by way of television, in your parlor." The result is an unprecedented expansion of horizon

The moon had spread over everything a thin layer of silver - over the rank grass, over the mud, upon the wall of matted vegetation standing higher than the wall of a temple, over the great river I could see through a sombre gap glittering, glittering, as it flowed broadly by without a murmur. All this was great, expectant, mute, while the man jabbered about himself.

you read the Company's confidential correspondence?' I asked. He hadn't a word to say. It was great fun. 'When Mr. Kurtz,' I continued severely, 'is General Manager, you won't have the opportunity.' He blew the candle out suddenly, and we went outside. The moon had risen. Black

La luna se alzaba. Figuras negras vagaban alrededor, vertiendo agua sobre los escombros

There was a full moon in the starless sky. I thought how rarely I had noticed such things. Some deep failure of the soul perhaps. An inherited emptiness. A nothingness passed from generation to generation. A flaw in the psyche, discovered only by those who suffer by it.

I can't do anything but talk to the wind, to the moon but cry out goddamn goddamn to stones and to other deathless voices that I hope will carry us all through.

Then the noise faded and Legs squinted up at the sky, the moon so bright you'd never think it could be merely rock like the earth's common rock and lifeless, merely reflected light from an invisible sun and not a powerful living light of its own...

A three-quarter moon, glowering bone, with a hint of something bruised, battered, scarred. The moon has endured more than anybody can know.

Shreds of cloud were being blown across the moon clotted & cobwebbed like thoughts moving too fast for you to hear.

Everyone knows the moon's made of cheese.

Weight him, weight, weight him with the sleepiness of the moon. It was only a glass because he looked in it. It was nothing he could be told. It was a language he spoke, because he must, yet did not know. It was a page he had found in the handbook of heartbreak.

I walked over and looked closer at the statue of the goddess. She was wearing a headdress with a skull and a cobra and a crescent moon. Maybe this is what peace of mind was all about: having a poisonous snake on your head and smiling anyway.

Slowly, silently, now the moonWalks the night in her silver shoon.

The stag at eve had drunk his fill,Where danced the moon on Monan's rill,And deep his midnight lair had madeIn lone Glenartney's hazel shade.

I'm convinced that before the year 2000 is over, the first child will have been born on the moon.

Mjesec, sad velik na nebu, nije ih ni primijetio. Možda nije ni mogao. Možda njegovo lice i nije na strani koju smo oduvijek tako zvali. Kad promislite bolje, ne biste li i vi svoj pogled radije okrenuli zvijezdama?

Aunque sea deprimente pensar que la firma de Richard Nixon está en la luna, el hecho de que realmente haya una carita sonriente en Marte es extrañamente alentador.

We came all this way to explore the Moon, and the most important thing is that we discovered the Earth.' We had all simultaneously realised that our home was not limitless – there was an edge to our existence.

He looks at me. And smiles. "Just us remember?To the moon," he whispers.

It's like we're on the moon," Sarah whispered. Michael squeezed her elbow. "Except that we can breathe, there are no stars, and there's still gravity." "Yeah, other than that, it's like we're on the moon.

What a view, i said again. The river was blank and mindless with beauty. It was the most glorious thing I have ever seen. But it was not seeing, really. For once it was not just seeing. It was beholding. I beheld the river in its icy pit of brightness, in its far-below sound and indifference, in its large coil and tiny points and flashes of the moon, in its long sinuous form, in its uncomprehending consequence.

With my foot on the water, I feel The moon outside, Take on the utmost of its power. I rise and go out through the boats. I set my broad soul upon silver, On the skin of the sky, on the moonlight, Stepping outward from the earth onto water In quest of the miracle.

Then the whole range, much nearer now, paled into fresh splendor; a full moon rose, touching each peak in succession like some celestial lamplighter, until the long horizon glittered against a blue-black sky.

There's a shark. Following the ship.' I tried not to look, but couldn't help it. I saw a flash of dirty white down in the green. We walked back to the deck chairs. Walter, we'll have to wait. Till the moon comes up.' I guess we better have a moon.' I want to see that fin. That black fin. Cutting the water in the moonlight.