Quotes About Moon

The moon sailed up the star-shot sky and the air colled towards the graveyard hours beyond the midnight chilling my skin through my lace stole.

For the space of a moon, she fought her conscience, then, beneath the cloak of a moonless night, managed to flee the fortress.

Pale, glowing blooms exuded a secret, aching perfume into the moist darkness and above the cracked and mossy stones of the garden, the moon swam, pregnant with light in a smooth, velvet sky, sequinned with stars.

she noticed that the moon, so clear in the sky, had lost her first slice; the dark was on its way.

Pauline: "All under-fives are mad Adrian, you used to talk to the moon. You invited it to your birthday party and cried when it didn't turn up." George: "When it went dark and the moon came up, you ran outside and threw a sausage roll at it!

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

They say asteroids hit the moon pretty often, which is how the moon gets its crater, but this one is going to be the biggest asteroid ever to hit it and on a clear night you should be able to see the impact when it happens, maybe even with the naked eye but certainly with binoculars. They made it sound pretty dramatic, but I still don't think it's worth three homework assignments.

The Moon is a ball of left-over debris from a cosmic collision that took place more than four billion years ago. A Mars-sized asteroid - one of the countless planetesimals that were frantically churning our solar system into existence - hit the infant Earth, bequeathing it a very large natural satellite.

I was born on a full moon. Both my children were born on full moons, too. Some people say that's scary. It is what it is, man, I don't be trippin'. I couldn't tell God when I wanted to be born.

Above us, the constellations spun and the moon paced her weary course. We lay stricken and sleepless as the hours passed.

Your eyes have the colour of the moon,

...Ah, but the Moon my Love is jealous, and can you blame him? You outshine him with your virtues...

Tell me the story..About how the sun loved the moon so much..That she died every night..Just to let him breathe...

No matter how far away we are from each other in distance, or in time, when we look up into the clear night Sky. We will always see the same Moon.

The moon makes love to the ocean and in this holy conception it gives birth to a little tide.

This is a dying fleck of love, about a drunken man, and a broken woman, taking steps into the woods, trying to remember the days, when the moon was full.

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

...I'm the last person to ask about unrequited love - I've run away to the Moon and fled to its valleys...

:Wait for me here?: :Until the moon crumbles into the sea, : Shadowmane whispered. Wareska laughed again. :Always so eloquently dramatic.:

Buried emotions are caged nighthawks that have fallen in love with the moon. They don't understand the sun because they were born with the darkness of shadows in their soul.

Ahesta boro, Mah-e-man, ahesta boro.

you are here.the moontides are here.and that's all that matters.

I share my secrets with the moon, She talks about her love story with the sun & I share all my dreams about you.

I love you to the moon and bed.