Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.
The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to.
In winter, the stars seem to have rekindled their fires, the moon achieves a fuller triumph, and the heavens wear a look of a more exalted simplicity. Summer is more wooing and seductive, more versatile and human, appeals to the affections and the sentiments, and fosters inquiry and the art impulse.
Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody.
From now on we live in a world where man has walked on the Moon. It's not a miracle; we just decided to go.
Yeah we all shine on, like the moon, and the stars, and the sun.
When hope is fleeting, stop for a moment and visualize, in a sky of silver, the crescent of a lavender moon. Imagine it -- delicate, slim, precise, like a paper-thin slice from a cabochon jewel.It may not be very useful, but it is beautiful.And sometimes it is enough.
It is a beautiful and delightful sight to behold the body of the Moon.
The moon looked like melted mozzarella to my bleary and blurry vision. Was I tired, intoxicated, or in love? Or was I sober, asleep, and alone??
I took the stars from my eyes, and then I made a map and knew that somehow I could find my way back. Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too, so I stayed in the darkness with you.
It's funny. When we were alive we spent much of our time staring up at the cosmos and wondering what was out there. We were obsessed with the moon and whether we could one day visit it. The day we finally walked on it was celebrated worldwide as perhaps man's greatest achievement. But it was while we were there, gathering rocks from the moon's desolate landscape, that we looked up and caught a glimpse of just how incredible our own planet was. Its singular astonishing beauty. We called her Mother Earth. Because she gave birth to us, and then we sucked her dry.
...I see myself at crossroads in my life, mapless, lacking bits of knowledge - then, the Moon breaks through, lights up the path before me...
...Ah, but the Moon my Love is jealous, and can you blame him? You outshine him with your virtues...
...I'm shy in person - so afraid to confess my love - I need a go-between - our mutual friend, the Moon...
All children are love children, he said, but only the best ones are ever called that.
...when I see you, I see mystery - a pale moon's beauty behind a veil of cloud...
Thirty-five craters on the moon are named for Jesuit scientists and mathematicians.
Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. then your love would also change.
The forest has shrunkAnd fear has expanded,The forests have dwindled,There are less animals now, less courage and less lightning, less beauty and the moon lies bare, deflowered by force and then abandoned.
On Titan the molecules that have been raining down like manna from heaven for the last 4 billion years might still be there largely unaltered deep-frozen awaiting the chemists from Earth
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