Quotes About Moon

The thief left it behind: the moon at my window.

He longed for it to be winter. A cold wind would blow, the sea would pound, and he would rise cheerful and fit from a delicious sleep beneath warm blankets. Then would come days in which he would write his great novel. The kettle would boil and hot coffee would froth in his cup. In the garden the citron would flower beneath a brilliant moon, its branches dripping fragrance. The starry sky would sweeten the soft silence and Hemdat would pour the dew of his soul into the sea-blue night.

what may be the oldest analogy ever recorded, from around 1350 B.C., the Egyptian pharaoh Akhenaton was said to have observed: As the moon retains her nature, though darkness spread itself before her face as a curtain, so the Soul remains perfect even in the bosom of the fool.

The moon is a stone and the sky is full of deadly hardware, but oh God, how beautiful anyway.

Why is it always such a surprise? thinks Toby. The moon. Even though we know it's coming. Every time we see it, it makes us pause, and hush.

The moon. Even though we know it's coming. Every time we see it, it makes us pause, and hush.

I think that this is what God must look like: an egg. The life of the moon may not be on the surface, but inside.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow. The sky is clear but hard to make out, because of the searchlight; but yes, in the obscured sky a moon does float, newly, a wishing moon, a sliver of ancient rock, a goddess, a wink. The moon is a stone and the sky is full of deadly hardware, but oh God, how beautiful anyway.

Every month there is a moon, gigantic, round, heavy, an omen. IT transits, pauses, continues on and passes out of sight, and I see despair coming towards me like famine. To feel that empty, again, again. I listen to my heart, wave upon wave, salty and red, continuing on and on, marking time.

Around the age of seven I wrote a play. The protagonist was a giant; the theme was crime and punishment; the crime was lying, as befits a future novelist; the punishment was being squashed to death by the moon.  ...This play was not a raging success. As I recall, my brother and his pals came in and laughed at it, thus giving me an early experience of literary criticism.

There's a moon now, almost full. Good luck for owls; bad luck for rabbits, who often choose to cavort riskily but sexily in the moonlight, their brains buzzing with pheromones.

Anyway, my dearest one, we still have the moon.

Are you an evening bird Watching the moon Singing Alone, Alone, Singing Dead Too Soon?

And it's late at night: a cloudless night, as I observed while walking here. The full moon is out, casting her equivocal corpse-glow over all.

But I don't think we'll go there until we go back to the moon and develop a technology base for living and working and transporting ourselves through space.

We're having a traditional Thanksgiving - turkey, mashed potatoes, hat buckles, smallpox, genocide, a blue corn moon, etc.

The first time I ever saw your face, I thought the sun rose in your eyes and the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave to the dark and empty sky, my love.

We went into darkness after being in daylight the whole time on the way to the Moon. And then we went into darkness. And we're in the shadow... of the Moon.

The moon has set, and the Pleiades; it is midnight, and time passes, and I sleep alone.

The eyes of mortal men, threaten you with doom They regret to see you, set, but it is time, for the moon

The night threw itself over the day fast now, sucked the light in and distilled it to one silvery spot in the sky where the moon hung.

That moon upon her spirit Sheds sweet, celestial balm, The thought, like Angel's whisper, My misery would calm. And when, at early morning, A faint flush comes to me Reflected from those glowing skies I almost weep to see;

stayed awake on purpose until half past eleven one evening in order to have a good look at the moon for once by myself.

It's not just my imagination—looking at the sky, the clouds, the moon and the stars really does make me feel calm and hopeful. It's much better medicine than valerian or bromide. Nature makes me feel humble and ready to face every blow with courage! As