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Quotes About Moon

Drink in the moon as though you might die of thirst.
~ Sanober Khan
The daemon wind died down, and the bloated, fungoid moon sank reddeningly in the west.
~ H.P. Lovecraft
Our mission on Apollo 14 was to be the first to do science on the moon, so we had to be careful about getting everything in during the allotted time.
~ Edgar Mitchell
There will be a great loss of learning before the moon's full cycle is completed. Fire and floods will be fomented by ignorant rulers much time will go by before it is rectified.
~ Nostradamus
The earth together with its surrounding waters must in fact have such a shape as its shadow reveals, for it eclipses the moon with the arc of a perfect circle.
~ Nicolaus Copernicus
The new moon would soon leave little light to navigate by.
~ Mary Burton
When When it's over, it's over, and we don't know any of us, what happens then. So I try not to miss anything. I think, in my whole life, I have never missed The full moon or the slipper of its coming back. Or, a kiss. Well, yes, especially a kiss.
~ Mary Oliver
This is what I have. The dull hangover of waiting, the blush of my heart on the damp grass, the flower-faced moon. A gull broods on the shore where a moment ago there were two. Softly my right hand fondles my left hand as though it were you.
~ Mary Oliver
Last night the geese came back, slating fast from the blossom of the rising moon down to the black pond. A muskrat swimming in the twilight saw them and hurried to the secret lodges to tell everyone spring had come. And so it had. By morning when I went out the last of the ice had disappeared, blackbirds sang on the shores. Every year the geese, returning, do this, I don't know how.
~ Mary Oliver
the black fox that lies down to sleep beneath you, the moon staring with her bone-white eye
~ Mary Oliver
In his boat he went drinking and dreaming and singing then drowned as he reached for the moon's reflection. Well, probably each of us, at some time, has been as desperate. Not the moon, though.
~ Mary Oliver
Jack handed the notebook and his pencil to the moon man. They looked tiny in his big hands. The moon man looked down at the message. He looked at the tiny pencil. Then he turned the notebook over. Jack and Annie watched as the moon man put the pencil to the paper. He was writing something very carefully.
~ Mary Pope Osborne
It began with meetings, five months before the Apollo 11 launch. The newly formed Committee on Symbolic Activities for the First Lunar Landing gathered to debate the appropriateness of planting a flag on the moon.
~ Mary Roach
Borman much later admitted that he was, as Cernan wrote in his memoir, "sick as a dog* all the way to the moon.
~ Mary Roach
Could those sound waves shake apart your organs? NASA did testing on this back in the sixties, to be sure, as one infrasound expert told me, "that they didn't deliver jam to the moon." Bolte's
~ Mary Roach
But her's was the misery of innocence, which, like a cloud that passes over the fair moon, for a while hides, but cannot tarnish its brightness.
~ Mary Shelley
Elizabeth also wept, and was unhappy; but her's also was the misery of innocence, which, like a cloud that passes over the fair moon, for a while hides, but cannot tarnish its brightness.
~ Mary Shelley
Soon a gentle light stole over the heavens, and gave me a sensation of pleasure. I started up, and beheld a radiant form rise from among the trees.* I gazed with a kind of wonder. It moved slowly, but it enlightened my path ; and I again went out. * The moon.
~ Mary Shelley
The moon gazed on my midnight labours, while, with unrelaxed and breathless eagerness, I pursued nature to her hiding-places.
~ Mary Shelley
La luna sbirciava le mie fatiche nel cuore della notte.
~ Mary Shelley
The only thing I could distinguish was the bright moon, and I fixed my eyes on that with pleasure.
~ Mary Shelley
Funny, one somehow imagines her snuffing quietly out now, the way the moon would if the sun vanished.
~ Mary Stewart
I was back on the scented hillside with the moon coming out above the ruins of the temple where nothing remains now of the Goddess but her night-owls brooding. So
~ Mary Stewart
The sunset and the gentle moon, the blessed motion of the leaves and the murmuring of waters are all sweet physicians to a distempered mind. The soul is expanded and drinks in quiet, a lulling medicine – to me it was as the sight of the lovely water snakes to the bewitched mariner – in loving and blessing Nature I unawares, called down a blessing on my own soul.
~ Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley