Quotes About Moon

Patent to your eyes is the sun of virtues - and I say sun, not moon, because there is no great merit in the moon shining at night; in the kingdom of the blind; the one-eyed man is king, and at night even a little star can shine; but what greater merit it is to shine in the middle of the day like the sun does.

Soon as the evening shades prevail,The moon takes up the wondrous tale,And nightly to the listening earthRepeats the story of her birth;While all the stars that round her burn,And all the planets in their turn,Confirm the tidings as they roll,And spread the truth from pole to pole.

The moon shows the truth of things.

Now both Sun and Wind were greedy and selfish. They enjoyed the great feast that had been prepared for them, without a thought of saving any of it to take home to their mother--but the gentle Moon did not forget her. Of every dainty dish that was brought round, she placed a small portion under one of her beautiful long finger-nails, that Star might also have a share in the treat.

It was the third time since full moon that he'd had the dream

Jaypaw would have bet a moon of searching the elders' fur for ticks that the squirrel Mousepaw caught had been on the ground.

Thin clouds dotted the sky, too few to cover the full moon that shone out above the lake. The night air was cool and fresh as Twigpaw padded along the lakeshore with her Clan.

You want to know what it's like to be a Clan cat, don't you? About the code that binds us and gives us the courage to survive, about the Gatherings, where we meet in peace for the flicker of a full moon to share tongues and wisdom and news. And the battles—oh, yes, the battles. I can see from the way your eyes gleam that this is what interests you most: the blood-soaked history of the four Clans, the fighting skills passed from mentor to apprentice.

The Europans were building an armada, just like the Sobrukai. But much closer to Earth. They had Foundry Ships orbiting their moon, cranking out fighters and drones—just like those I'd spotted above Sobrukai last night.

Espèce de saint d'Afrique, pensé-je, tu viens donner ta sagesse à un sauvage d'Europe qui suit la lune sur le calendrier et les nuages d'après le bulletin de la radio, et qui ne sait lire aucun mot sans un alphabet. (p. 93)

I wasn't a girl anymore. Just before they shoved me through the curtained doorway, I looked up into the night sky and saw the silvery moon that Artemis ruled. Now the moon ruled me.

Night is an element of love; like fog. It liberates space, lets freshness cross it. Its magic elevates the body, brings to the surface the mystery of just being alive, being. With or without stars and galaxies, the sky becomes a private territory—the imagination's own scope. These are moments when one reaches all there is between the moon and oneself. — Etel Adnan, Etel Adnan: on Love and the Cost We Are Not Willing to Pay Today (Hatje Cantz Verlag GmbH & Co KG, 2011)

When she of the night Drinks from he of the day The curse of the moon May the sun's curse allay. When she succumbs To the were's Scarlet Heat And is bred by the wolf Then meat may she eat And nevermore fear The sun's golden light When she drinks from the one Who howls in the night.

I'd wish for a night in June A silv'ry moon real soon A moon that makes you want to spoon And softly croon love's tune Then a tree that I could trust A bench that holds just two Then I'd wish for Cupid's loving dish And then I'd wish for you

And deeper is the hush'd delight, When, with her mild and mellowing light, The full-orb'd moon on high In gentle majesty comes forth, Shedding her beauty on the earth, Her glory through the sky.

Don't tell me the moon is shining, show me the glint of light on broken glass.

Demeter was also a moon goddess. And all through mythology there is a connection between horse and moon and sea. The she-horse is given a sea-name, "mare"; the moon swings the tides, the waves have white manes, the dripping horses stamp on the beach, and their hooves leave moon-shaped marks.

If there is some truth in the Zen dictum that the finger pointing at the moon is not the moon, then it follows that the notion of pure experience is by no means the pure experience itself. Assuming that such an experience can be found, any attempt to characterize it, even the least reifying one, will betray it.

Oh! Moon of AlabamaWe now must say good-byeWe've lost our good old mamaAnd must have whiskeyOh, you know why!

he raised his eyes above the black shapes of the trees and saw a small moon, the colour of a lemon, dragged by clouds across the sky. Moons, he thought, were so that men like himself would know they lived here on earth.

When shadows take flight and the moon turns away from the stars, the raven delivers divine law

Where do the winds go? What does the rain know? Where is the egg when the bird has flown? Where does the moon sleep? What makes the sea deep? Where is the soul when the breast is bone? What makes the mouth sing? What loves listening? Where is the tune when the song is done? Where is our joined heart, when at last our hands part And we have returned to be sea, to be sun?

Why is it that you can only watch a great movie once or twice, rarely more than that, but you can watch the moon come up night after night for a hundred years and it's always as picturesque as the first time you ever experienced it?

FOOTNOTE All of us who lived on Earth and all our loves and wars may not appear at all in the moon's memoirs.