Quotes About Moon

I'd visit the near future, close enough that someone might want to talk to Larry Niven and can figure out the language distant enough to get me decent medical techniques and a ticket to the Moon.

La Luna cambia, varía, se muestra y se oculta –asintió la Echadora de Cartas–. La Luna es engañosa. Ella es, en gran medida, la responsable del estado de confusión del Loco.

The Two-headed Calf Tomorrow when the farm boys find this freak of nature, they will wrap his body in newspaper and carry him to the museum. But tonight he is alive and in the north field with his mother. It is a perfect summer evening: the moon rising over the orchard, the wind in the grass. And as he stares into the sky, there are twice as many stars as usual.

Many worlds, but one God His power is the sun in every land, His forgiveness the moon watching over every night, His love the star in every corner of the heavens.

Above her the moon was coin-round, sharp and perfect. Beneath her the boat rocked so gently that she could hardly feel it's motion. Looking up at the sky, she felt as if she were floating in space, completely untethered. She could not believe that anything was impossible.

Mother, sometimes in my wanderings I have met spirits of the dead hovering around their earthly homes and sometimes the mortals, too, can see them in the dark of the moon by the light of their fires and torches. There are those spirits who drift about restlessly but they mean no harm. I spoke to them, Mother. They seem confused and many do not even understand their own state. Is there no one in the netherworld who receives the newly dead?

As Hera crowned the youngest winner, the girl addressed the crowd: I am the new moon, swelling with magic, pure in my maidenhood, ever growing stronger. The second winner spoke: I am the full moon, complete in my powers, making people with my rhythms, bathing them in light. The third said: I am the waning moon, easing into peace, knowing all that went before, I am the wise one.

I am a cemetery by the moon unblessed.

I love to watch the fine mist of the night come on, The windows and the stars illumined, one by one, The rivers of dark smoke pour upward lazily, And the moon rise and turn them silver. I shall see The springs, the summers, and the autumns slowly pass; And when old Winter puts his blank face to the glass, I shall close all my shutters, pull the curtains tight, And build me stately palaces by candlelight.

One night Jimmy wasn't supposed to be coming home and I had a gallon of wine in the window cooling off. Jimmy came in while I was asleep and the noise of him coming in woke me up. When he got in bed he said, "What's that in the window?" I said, "I think it's the moon, Jimmy." Sam and Bill said I got away with more shit with Jimmy than anybody else did. Jimmy

Add wings to thy speed, sweet evening; and thou, moon, I charge thee, shroud thy beams at the moment when my Pleyel whispers love. I would not for the world, that the burning blushes, and the mounting raptures of that moment, should be visible.

He is no longer the prince moon; he is the one of the stars. (Il n'est plus le prince lune ; il est celui des étoiles)

The werewolf by the moon. The wererat by money. (Loup garou par la lune. - Rat garou par les thunes.)

The clouds were drifting over the moon at their giddiest speed, at one time wholly obscuring her, at another, suffering her to burst forth in full splendor and shed her light on all the objects around; anon, driving over her again, with increased velocity, and shrouding everything in darkness.

It was a dark night, though the full moon rose as I left the enclosed lands, and passed out upon the marshes. Beyond their dark line there was a ribbon of clear sky, hardly broad enough to hold the red large moon. In a few minutes she had ascended out of that clear field, in among the piled mountains of cloud.

The night crept on apace, the moon went down, the stars grew pale and dim, and morning, cold as they, slowly approached.

He was a mere child in the world, but he didn't cry for the moon.

Everyone wants to be the sun that lifts up your life, but I'd rather be your moon, so I may shine on you during your darkest hour when the sun isn't around and the ghost white moonbeams will allow you to find comfort in my arms.

I know a valley in the summer hills, Haunted by little winds and daffodils; Faint footfalls and soft shadows pass at noon; Noiseless, at night, the clouds assemble there; And ghostly summits hang below the moon— Dim visions lightly swung in silent air.

A wolf howls his soul into the misty night. The moon answers with glowing silence.

Sometimes on lonely nights the man in the moon is my best friend.

The night before I left Las Vegas I walked out in the desert to look at the moon. There was a jeweled city on the horizon, spires rising in the night, but the jewels were diadems of electric and the spires were the neon of signs ten stories high.

A poem should be motionless in time As the moon climbs.

This is the first convention of the Space Age — when a candidate can promise the moon and mean it.