Quotes About Moon

I always think there is a mystical understanding between the moon and the street, like between two sisters who have grown old together and no longer need any language to communicate with each other.

Kuun noustessa punaiset hämähäkit pariutuvat asumattomilla luodoilla, koko kallio on yhtä ja samaa tiuhaa hämähäkkimattoa, jossa vilisee pieniä, hurmioituneita olioita.

Above the tower — a lone, twice-sized moon. On the cold river passing night-filled homes, It scatters restless gold across waves... Empty peaks, silence: among sparse stars, Not yet flawed, it drifts. Pine and cinnamon Spreading in my old garden.... All light, All ten thousand miles at once in its light!

Moon, can Tamarin touch your face?

Moon let herself smile at the fact that fearless, awe-inspiring Tsunami had been the one to bolt, not her.

I'm saying, nice to meet you, Moon. My name is Darkstalker.

Moon!" he sang happily as he saw her approaching. "Moon moon moon mooooon pies.

Shield your thoughts? Silence the voices? By all the moons, why has nobody trained you to step outside your visions?

How are you today, Peacemaker?" Moon asked. Feeling even the slightest bit evil? Contemplating the conquest of the world?

Winter glanced over at Cirrus again and found him glaring at Moon and Kinkajou

Did you see the comet about half a year ago?" she asked. "The one that looked like an extra moon in the sky?

The moon's tip appeared above the sea. A gunboat fired: deep, booming note – the voice of an old solitary hound.

How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.

Las cosas ocurren solo un determinado número de veces, en realidad, muy pocas. ¿Cuántas veces más recordarás cierta tarde de tu infancia, una tarde que forma una parte tan entrañable de tu ser que ni siquiera puedes imaginar la vida sin ella? Quizá cuatro o cinco veces más. Quizás ni eso. ¿Cuántas veces más verás salir la luna llena? Quizás veinte. Y sin embargo todo parece ilimitado.

She didn't quite know what the relationship was between lunatics and the moon, but it must be a strong one, if they used a word like that to describe the insane.

I try to get centered: Watching white moon face The stars never feel anger Blah, blah, blah, the end

Beauty ...is of the great facts in the world like sunlight, or springtime, or the reflection in dark water of that silver shell we call the moon.

Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. . . .

In a field. With the moon. And the dark. And the dirt. With your mouth. And just one word: god god god.

The moon's a powerful mistress. She can reach through any wall or covering and work her wicked charms.

The voice of the nickly reflection of the moon was not as deep as you might expect. It was a singer's voice, though, a tenor, one that loved itself without reservation. "I feel time like you dream. Your dreams are jumbled. You can't remember the order of your dreams, and when you recall them, the memories bend. Faces change. It's all in puddles and ripples. That's what time is for me.

At Loch Mor we walked down a spongy hill to a valley. The sun was dropping then dropped, leaving a sky of frilly reds. The moon appeared too soon. The valley sloped around a teardrop-shaped lake, pink with the bizarre fuchsia bursts of the late-coming sunset. Violet heather bruised the green weedy ground as we jumped down. This was a place conceived in a burst of emotion by a melancholy boy.

I thought the trees down in Lady Zelana's country were about as big as a tree could get," he said, "but the ones around here are so tall that they probably tickle the moon's tummy when she goes by.

La luna si levò sopra la prateria e sembrava succhiare via tutti i colori dal paesaggio circostante; adesso tutto appariva diverso. I cespugli lungo il letto asciutto non erano verdi ma neri e avevano un che di minaccioso.