Quotes About Moon

Fog was the moon's cousin, like nurses with cool compresses for her temples, and she drove out to Point Reyes, and there was fog, and it was good.

Because the moon feels loved, she lets our eyes follow her across the field, stepping from her clothes, strewn silk glinting in furrows. Feeling loved, the moon loves to be looked at, swimming all night across the river.

Like the moon, I want to touch places just by looking. To tell new things at three in the morning, when we're awake with rain or any sadness, or slendering through reeds of sleep, surfacing to skin.

Oh, if the moon only had a secret, if the moon only held a truth. But the moon was just the moon.

Remember always," he said, "that nothing is as precious to us as the magnificent gift of life. Let the moon and the stars always remind you of this—that though we are tiny creatures in this universe, we are filled with life.

what was the good of being a movie werewolf? You howled at the moon; you couldn't remember what you did, and then somebody shot you.

nothing is as precious to us as the magnificent gift of life. Let the moon and the stars always remind you of this—that though we are tiny creatures in this universe, we are filled with life.

There is nothing under the sun…nor under the moon, no entity of intellect, that does not have to believe something about itself, something about its purpose, the reason for its suffering, its destiny.

True, in The Howling , they had fun making out, but other than that, what was the good of being a movie werewolf? You howled at the moon; you couldn't remember what you did, and then somebody shot you.

The moon that rose over New Orleans then still rises. As

A great fleecy cloud had released the moon, and high above us loomed the dark outline of the tower. One long window showed the pale sky beyond it.

Stars filled every quadrant of the heavens. The moon drew her veil and then lowered it again, and the soft breeze made the pines shiver ever so slightly

The moon in all her immaculate purity hung in the sky, laughing at this world of dust. She congratulated me for my carefully considered maneuvers and invited me to share in her eternal solitude.

I reply with a letter as brief as his: 'My brother, after my first battle the only thing I now worship is the sun, a star that represents death's constancy. Beware of the moon, which reflects our world of beauty. It waxes and wanes, it is treacherous and ephemeral. We will all die some day . . . .

We're looking for anything to do with the Rod of Time. (Sin) Rod of Time, Forsaken Moon, Tablet of Destiny…you Sumerians really liked your hokey terms, huh? (Kat) They didn't exactly ask my opinion before they named them. (Sin) Good, 'cause my estimation of your intellect would be seriously scarred if they had. (Kat)

Sundown- When the sun must make peace with the moon and for a few brief moments, the two touch in mutual friendship and respect. Perfect balance between the light and dark. A time for reflection and for preparation.

As hard as I try to live with some degree of faith in my life, I just can't believe that the full moon can turn dude into a wolf.

In fall-orbed glory, yonder moon divine, Rolls through the dark blue depths.

The Eagle Has Landed The airlock swings open - Behold! A new world: obsidian black sky lit by the sun's fierce glare. Inch Down the ladder - The first man on the moon!* Look! The first footprint. Listen! The first word splitting the still dead silence. Dead dust dead rock dead black sky A dead dead world. Zombie in a moontrance I* trip stumble fall rise before the slow dust settles. Adrian Rumble

I live with regrets - the bittersweet loss of innocence - the red track of the moon upon the lake - the inability to return and do it again...

Neruda was right about all mysterious women - The moon lives in the lining of their skin...

in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses...lie abandoned by you...

I'm shy in person - so afraid to confess my love - I need a go-between - our mutual friend, the Moon...

when I see you, I see mystery - a pale moon's beauty behind a veil of cloud