Quotes About Moon

Shake out carols! Solitary here, the night's carols! Carols of lonesome love! death's carols! Carols under that lagging, yellow, waning moon! O under that moon where she droops almost down into the sea! O reckless despairing carols.

I enjoy looking at your face... Whenever I look at your face, a question always comes to my mind... Will man ever succeed in reaching the moon?

How do we know where we're going? Follow the moon! Remember, the moon is always over Hollywood, and Needles isn't far from Hollywood.

As he looked around the huge ducal bed, he saw everything that meant the world to him. Outside the sky was darkening and the snow was falling. Through misty eyes, Matthew looked up, saw the moon glowing brilliantly and whispered, "thank you." It was simple, but heartfelt. Never had a man been more grateful than that very moment when everything was utter perfection. With his family and his wife pressed up against him.

You were moon's eye to me pull and grained and mantling' - Praise Song For My Mother by Charlotte Mew

Above me, the moon spun low across the sky and a few watery clouds hung from the stars like cobwebs. In

What a guy, what a fool am I, to think my breaking heart could kid the moon

He looked out at the dark of night seeking rumors of the moon.

A day on Jupiter's moon lasts less than five hours — just like Saturday and Sunday on Earth.

Are the waves of the brain drawn like tides of the ocean by some psychic moon, as yet unexplored?

That time of year, you know, when the summer, beginning to sadden, Full-mooned and silver-misted, glides from the heart of September, Mourned by desolate crickets, and iterant grasshoppers, crying All the still nights long, from the ripened abundance of gardens...

The moon was but a chin of gold A night or two ago, And now she turns her perfect face Upon the world below. Her forehead is of amplest blond; Her cheek like beryl stone; Her eye unto the summer dew The likest I have known... And what a privilege to be But the remotest star! For certainly her way might pass Beside your twinkling door. Her bonnet is the firmament, The universe her shoe, The stars the trinkets at her belt, Her dimities of blue.

Night-time moon — glowing, muted, soft distant light to soothe our harshly lit days

Light of the moon Moves west, flowers' shadows Creep eastward.

The angels all were singing out of tune, And hoarse with having little else to do, Excepting to wind up the sun and moon, Or curb a runaway young star or two, Or wild colt of a comet, which too soon Broke out of bounds o'er th' ethereal blue, Splitting some planet with its playful tail, As boats are sometimes by a wanton whale.

glowing ghost-clouds lit by a haunted moon

The Moon and its phases gave man his first calendar. Trying to match that calendar with the seasons helped give him mathematics. The usefulness of the calendar helped give rise to the thought of beneficent gods. And with all that the Moon is beautiful, too.

The sky is that beautiful old parchment in which the sun and the moon keep their diary...

My soul lives somewhere between silence and the moon.

the moon and plum tree make flow'ry springtime shadows— lovers of the night

The autumn twilight turned into deep and early night as they walked. Tristran could smell the distant winter on the air—a mixture of night-mist and crisp darkness and the tang of fallen leaves.... the crescent moon hung white in the sky and the stars burned in the darkness above them.

Criminal Minds, Bad Moon on the Rise: "It is the very error of the moon; she comes more nearer earth than she was wont, and makes men mad."

Criminal Minds, Bad Moon on the Rise: "Even a man who is pure in heart and says his prayers by night may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms and the moon is full and bright."

I could see the moon a million times and it would never lose its magic. You could kiss me in a billion ways, every last one would be romantic.