How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!Here will we sit and let the sounds of musicCreep in our ears: soft stillness and the nightBecome the touches of sweet harmony.Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor...

The moon knows that we’re in love.

Head for the moon. If you miss, you will still be among the stars

The moon rose, squatting in the strained blue.

The sun does not abandon the moon to darkness.

We went to the moon at the very earliest moment when it was possible. In fact, now that it’s over it seems like a fairy tale. It’s almost like (President) Kennedy yanked a decade out...

It is a beautiful and delightful sight to behold the body of the Moon.

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.

In presence of the Moon nobody sees stars.

Creativity is in the heart of the dreamer.

Apollo has something to teach us as we enter a new century of genetic modification, artificial intelligence, nanotechnology. It’s a cautionary tale about that most fundamentally human of human tragedies .. wanting something so badly...

I’m in no hurry. What for?The sun and moon aren’t in a hurry: they’re right.Hurrying is believing people can get past their legs,Or that, jumping, they can land past their shadow.No; I don’t know how...

To send humans back to the moon would not be advancing. It would be more than 50 years after the first moon landing when we got there, and we’d probably be welcomed by the Chinese....

The months passed away. Slowly a great fear came over Viola, a fear that would hardly ever leave her. For every month at the full moon, whether she would or no, she found herself driven...

The daemon wind died down, and the bloated, fungoid moon sank reddeningly in the west.

office.” I like to think of my office as God’s cue ball. I’m calling in now, The Big Three’s hitting the two ball in the corner pocket.

My head is in another dimension. My feet are talking to their soles. My nose is detecting a hint of sweaty, overpumped poon. There’s a spider corpse perpetually hanging on the wall next to my...

Each “way of thinking” has its own shape and color, which wax and wane like the moon.

The Moon is our local port opening to the universe; in the future, it’s through that port we will sail our ships to the coastless oceans.

The days were brief and attenuated and the season appeared to be fixed – neither summer nor winter, spring nor fall. A thermal haze of inexpressible sweetness, though bearing tiny bits of grit or mica,...

Once Howard Dean lost the Iowa primary, there was no licking of wounds; there was no baying at the moon. There was, let’s move to another stage now. We’ve got the right idea here.

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.

Dear Neil Armstrong,I write this to you as she sleeps down the hall. I need answers I think only you might have. When you were a boy, and space was simple science fiction, when flying...

What if it’s the thereand not the herethat I long for?The wanderand not the wait,the magicin the lost feetstumbling downthe faraway streetand the way the moonnever hangsquite the same.

This is a dying fleck of love,about a drunken man, and a broken woman,taking steps into the woods,trying to remember the days,when the moon was full.

But give thanks, at least, that you still have Frost’s poems; and when you feel the need of solitude, retreat to the companionship of moon, water, hills and trees. Retreat, he reminds us, should not...

What was supposed to be so special about a full moon? It was only a big circle of light. And the dark of the moon was only darkness. But halfway between the two, when the...

In our village, folks say God crumbles up the old moon into stars.

I wrote ‘Reaching for the Moon’ because I wanted to tell kids that all of us have a moon, a dream, that we can strive for. Even if you don’t attain it, you can at...

The moon is the reflection of your heart and moonlight is the twinkle of your love.

If you’re wearing a space suit, I’ll take a unicrescent sandwich; hold the mayonnaise—and the moon. (But don’t hold it in your hands.) Let us dance like the moon is hollow and inhabited by beings...

The perfect vehicle to take to the moon would be a two-door Saturn with a sunroof.

I don’t have a tan because I only come out at night. The only sun I get is reflected off the moon. I make love like a vampire, only entirely different and without completely filling...

Moon and earth is the longest known stable love affair known to man kind

I’ve always felt sorry for Mike Collins, driving all the way to the moon but not allowed out of the car to look around.

I wonder at the starry pattern in the skyAre they little pieces of moon which want to fly..?

Numerous observations made upon fevers, somnambulisms, and other human maladies, seem to prove that the moon does exercise some mysterious influence upon man.

…I’m shy in person – so afraid to confess my love – I need a go-between – our mutual friend, the Moon…

The moth prefers the moon and detests the sun, while the butterfly loves the sun and hides from the moon. Every living creature responds to light. But depending on the amount of light you have...

Those horses must have been Spanish jennets, born of mares mated with a zephyr; for they went as swiftly as the wind, and the moon, which had risen at our departure to give us light,...

I often wish I’d got on better with your father,’ he said.But he never liked anyone who–our friends,’ said Clarissa; and could have bitten her tongue for thus reminding Peter that he had wanted to...

The Beloved is Always There, Actively Seeking You.

She tips back her head and howls: Moooooown! Oh wonderful moooooo!

I am a cemetery by the moon unblessed.

Now that’s a ghastly moon, not ghostly.

The moon was coming slowly up over the hill in front of them. The countryside was bathed in light, pale and cold and silvery. Everything could be seen quite plainly, and Lotta and Jimmy thought...

It was so awful! And he kept on looking at me and I knew I must get out of bed or he’d come and touch me. I did, too, but when I got out I...

On hands and knees the figure comes pacing along beside the wall that flanks the patio, lithe, sinuous, knife in mouth perpendicular to its course. In moonlight and out of it, as each successive archway...

Every trace of the passionate plumage of the cloudy sunset had been swept away, and a naked moon stood in a naked sky. The moon was so strong and full, that (by a paradox often...

It was then between one o’clock in the morning and half-past that hour; the sky soon cleared a bit before me, and the lunar crescent peeped out from behind the clouds – that sad crescent...