Moon Quotes
I realized that I'm a child."William looked point-blank at her chest. "No.
...the Moon, the enemy of poets...("Merchant's Two Sons")
W-what are you?"Selena looked down at her rival. "What you should have been and never were. The Queen of the Witches.
We have the opportunity to pour into them what they were created to be
A doctor once told me I feel too much. I said, so does god. that’s why you can see the grand canyon from the moon.
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.
Tell me the story..About how the sun loved the moon so much..That she died every night..Just to let him breathe...
Many solemn nights Blond moon, we stand and marvel...Sleeping our noons away
Like some winter animal the moon licks the salt of your hand, Yet still your hair foams violet as a lilac treeFrom which a small wood-owl calls.
I am the sun who will bring delight when you are in-front of me. I am the moon who will show shyness when you are away from me.
If you have a problem with the Moon in the sky and you are unhappy, change yourself, because the Moon won’t change!
Huysmans takes the old trope of moon-as-woman and replaces its romantic connotations with decadent ones: the moon here is woman as clamorous lunatic, as convulsive epileptic.
The moon rode in the sky - a hunted thing dodging behind wisps of tattered cloud, and the air was heavy and wet and redolent of dying leaves. ("The Refugee")
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.
Laws ... would be useless on the moon.
Moon, moon, rise in the sky to be a reminder of comfort and the hour when I was brave.
Being a star is depressing.It twinkles but is distant and cold.I'd rather be the moon, Shine in your glory and go around you forever!
There was a man who loved the moon, but whenever he tried to embrace her, she broke into a thousand pieces and left him drenched, with empty arms.
This is not only a full moon for me. This is an image of your face for me.
So far away, but so beautiful. So powerful. I can always feel it tugging at me.
A three-quarter moon, glowering bone, with a hint of something bruised, battered, scarred. The moon has endured more than anybody can know.
Man has reached the moon, but twenty centuries ago a poet knew the enchantments that would make the moon come down to earth.
You weren't using the moon for anything. Only some long-term robot storage.
The moles came bearing their lamps and then the most ancient and magical creature that ever danced beneath the moon was lost in darkness once more.
The blank face of the moon looked down wistfully on the pair and tried to lean in just a little closer.
She doesn't know where she is going. She doesn't know when the next demons will appear. But she will keep on walking.She will follow the moon.
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.
Sometimes a high moon, liquid-brilliant, scudded across a hollow space and took cover under electric, brown-iridescent cloud-edges.
The moon makes love to the ocean and in this holy conception it gives birth to a little tide.
I spread my fingers outward, letting the knife tip of my middle finger rip the sky as it tares a rift in the moon.
i witness the birth of the moon and her servants walking the night sky pulling us into their wake
They try to fight the waves, but they can’t fight the moon. They can’t fight the world’s rotation or the bathymetry of oceans or the inevitability that sometimes things just don’t work out.
When the moon gets bored, it kills whales. Blue whales and fin whales and humpback, sperm, and orca whales: centrifugal forces don’t discriminate.
You said: "Wait for the moon with me."I stayed. I waited. The moon never came.
Seen on a night in November How frail Above the bulk Of crashing water hangs, Autumn, evanescent, wan, The moon.
