quotations about the moon
The moon pull'd off her veil of light,
That hides her face by day from sight
(Mysterious veil, of brightness made,
That's both her lustre and her shade),
And in the lantern of the night,
With shining horns hung out her light.
SAMUEL BUTLER
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Hudibras
Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody.
MARK TWAIN
The Prince and the Pauper
Go out of the house to see the moon, and 'tis mere tinsel: it will not please as when its light shines upon your necessary journey.
RALPH WALDO EMERSON
Nature
The moon is a silver pin-head vast,
That holds the heaven's tent-hangings fast.
WILLIAM R. ALGER
"The Use of the Moon", Poetry of the Orient
The moon will press her dimpled cheek
Against the bosom of the sky,
And, as we dreamed once, seem to speak
To silver clouds which drift them by.
HENRY ABBEY
"May Dreams"
There's no point in saving the world if it means losing the moon.
TOM ROBBINS
Still Life with Woodpecker
Soft moonlight and tender love harmonize together wonderfully.
NINON DE L'ENCLOS
attributed, Day's Collacon
We may even speak of a metaphysics of the moon, in the sense of a consistent system of "truths" relating to the mode of being peculiar to living creatures, to everything in the cosmos that shares in life, that is, in becoming, growth and waning, death and resurrection.
MIRCEA ELIADE
The Sacred and the Profane
The myriads of mankind depart--they die,
They leave no vestige that they once have been,
But thou remain'st forever in the sky,
Renewing thy existence--night's fair queen!
DUGALD MOORE
"To the Moon"
If thou would'st view fair Melrose aright,
Go visit it by the pale moonlight;
For the gay beams of lightsome day
Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray.
WALTER SCOTT
The Lay of the Last Minstrel
Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.
ANTON CHEKHOV
attributed, The Quotable Book Lover
I loved thee, gentle moon! thou wert to me
Brother and sister and companion--all
My kin, while standing on the silent lea
I watch'd thy glory in the starry hall;
And thy white beams like shower of diamonds fall
Upon the azure desert; lovely light,
Sure thou wert fashion'd, when Sin's fatal pall
Was flung o'er earth, to welcome her flight
The lone and weary soul that journeys through the night.
DUGALD MOORE
"To the Moon"
I am a cemetery by the moon unblessed.
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE
Paris Spleen
The moon had been observing the earth close-up longer than anyone. It must have witnessed all of the phenomena occurring--and all of the acts carried out--on this earth. But the moon remained silent; it told no stories. All it did was embrace the heavy past with cool, measured detachment. On the moon there was neither air nor wind. Its vacuum was perfect for preserving memories unscathed. No one could unlock the heart of the moon.
HARUKI MURAKAMI
1Q84
The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle
That's curded by the frost from purest snow.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Coriolanus
Although the semicircle of the Moon is placed above the circle of the Sun and would appear to be superior, nevertheless we know that the Sun is ruler and King. We see that the Moon in her shape and her proximity rivals the Sun with her grandeur, which is apparent to ordinary men, yet the face, or a semi-sphere of the Moon, always reflects the light of the Sun.
JOHN DEE
Monas Hieroglyphica
The Moon arose: she shone upon the lake,
Which lay one smooth expanse of silver light;
She shone upon the hills and rocks, and cast
Upon their hollows and their hidden glens
A blacker depth of shade.
ROBERT SOUTHEY
Madoc in Wales
I know not that there is anything in nature more soothing to the mind than the contemplations of the moon, sailing, like some planetary bark, amidst a sea of bright azure.
W. G. SIMMS
attributed, Day's Collacon
We are going to the moon that is not very far. Man has so much farther to go within himself.
ANAÏS NIN
The Diary of Anaïs Nin
We ran as if to meet the moon
That slowly dawned behind the trees,
The barren boughs without the leaves,
Without the birds, without the breeze.
ROBERT FROST
"Going for Water"