Quotes About Moon

So we baked and sweated together. I like punching the dough. I told myself it was the moon and punched it senseless.

I never really thought about how when I look at the moon it's the same moon Shakespeare and Marie Antoinette and George Washington and Cleopatra looked at. Not to mention all those zillions of people I've never heard of. All those Homo sapiens and Neanderthals looked at the very same moon as me. It waxed and waned in their sky, too. Of

I never really thought about how when I look at the moon it's the same moon Shakespeare and Marie Antoinette and George Washington and Cleopatra looked at.

I never really thought about when I look at the moon it's the same moon Shakespeare and Marie Antoinette and George Washington and Cleopatra looked at. Not to mention all those zillions of people I've never heard of. All those Homo sapiens and Neanderthals looked at the very same moon as me. It waxed and waned in their sky too.

never really thought about how when I look at the moon it's the same moon Shakespeare and Marie Antoinette and George Washington and Cleopatra looked at.

The night became silver again; looking up, it was as if they saw the moon sailing through the clouds instead of the other way around; racing smoothly across the sky, passing puffs and wisps of cloud on either side, and yet never moving from its place.

The sea is not a whore, for she is free and joyous, but she is a woman. She obeys the moon, as women do, and her depths contain both treasures and horrors, and men try to bend her to their will and rarely succeed, no matter how much money they spend in the attempt. The sea does as she wishes, and anyone who would be her lover must be her partner, not her master.

A moon of startling brightness rose over the rooftops, lifted on a divine, invisible thread...

The moon garden of the mansion was famous, having been designed with night-blooming flowers lining the pathways and hillocks of the landscape. They stepped through open doors, went down the wide stone steps, and were greeted by the heady perfume of late-blooming autumn flowers. The pale blossoms were lit from below, setting a mood of mystery. A fountain of natural stone rose up out of a pond surrounded by terra-cotta sculptures.

The moon, now only a series of pale-white dots against a light-blue background, would fill out a grow bright, exercising its dominion over the night.

The sky was filled with fat stars, swollen from the long night. The moon had risen briefly and then slipped out of sight. It was one of those sad moons that no one looks at or pays attention to. It had hung there a while, misshapen, not shedding any light, and then gone to hide behind the hills.

Moon shone in an haze of colours Water boiled in the wells, and died Tchao-ouang to joy of the people.

The shadow of the tent's peak treads on its corner peg marking the hour. The moon split, no cloud nearer than Lucca. In the spring and autumn In "The Spring and Autumn" there are no righteous wars

La luna deja un cuchillo abandonado en el aire, que siendo acecho de plomo quiere ser dolor de sangre.

When the moon sails out with a hundred faces all the same, the coins made of silver break out in sobs in the pocket.

Before the Dawn" But like love the archers are blind Upon the green night, the piercing saetas leave traces of warm lily. The keel of the moon breaks through purple clouds and their quivers fill with dew. Ay, but like love the archers are blind!

There are dewdrops on the nightingale's wings, bright beads of moon distilled by hope. On the marble fountain is the kiss of water, dream of humble stars...

Bajo el agua siguen las palabras. Sobre el agua una luna redonda se baña, dando envidia a la otra ¡tan alta! En la orilla, un niño, ve las lunas y dice: ¡Noche, toca los platillos!

Bajo la luna gitana, las cosas la están mirando y ella no puede mirarlas. Under the gypsy moon, all things are watching her and she cannot see them.

Sobre el rostro del aljibe se mecía la gitana. Verde carne, pelo verde, con ojos de fría plata. Un carámbano de luna la sostiene sobre el agua. La noche se puso íntima como una pequeña plaza. Over the mouth of the cistern the gypsy girl was swinging, green flesh, her hair green, with eyes of cold silver. An icicle of moon holds her up above the water. The night became intimate like a little plaza.

Yo había matado la quinta luna y bebían agua por las fuentes los abanicos y los aplausos

Qué otra pasión me espera? ¿Será tranquila y pura? ¡¡Si mis dedos pudieran Deshojar a la luna!!

Siete gritos, siete sangres, siete dormideras dobles, quebraron opacas lunas en los oscuros salones.

The children watch a distant point. Lamps go out. Some blind girls question the moon and spirals of grief rise in the air. The mountains survey a distant point. - After Passing By