L’Heure ExquiseLa lune blancheLuit dans les bois ;De chaque branchePart une voixSous la ramée…Ô bien-aimée.L’étang reflète,Profond miroir,La silhouetteDu saule noirOù le vent pleure…Rêvons, c’est l’heure.Un vaste et tendreApaisementSemble descendreDu firmamentQue l’astre irise…C’est l’heure exquise.

Look at that moon. Potato weather for sure.

a flower knows, when its butterfly will return, and if the moon walks out, the sky will understand;but now it hurts, to watch you leave so soon,when I don’t know, if you will ever come...

We ran as if to meet the moon.

Don’t even try to talk to me when I’m watching the moon. That’s my moon, baby.

Someday, Sarah, someone will come along and give you the moon, and the stars too.

We see the moon, don’t we? So it’s our eye. Animals see us, don’t they? So we’re their animals.

The moon is friend for the lonesome to talk to.

The moon is the same but the observers are different.

I want to be the first and second man to dance on the moon. No, I won’t moonwalk. But I will Cha Cha—with my clone.

Monday is the day of silence, day of the whole white mung bean, which is sacred to the moon.

One of the most striking results of modern investigation has been the way in which several different and quite independent lines of evidence indicate that a very great event occurred about two thousand million years...

The cool enchantment of evening has arrived after the prostrating heat of summer’s day and we lie quietly in anticipation of Your luminous appearance – Mysterious Selene, Whose Lunar Orb relieves the dark of night.

I want to take you under the moonlight.

If there’d been an astronaut on the moon right then, I’m sure I could have seen him. Perhaps he could have looked down and seen me too… the only one who could.

While the astronauts, heroes forever, spent mere hours on the moon, I have remained in this new world for nearly thirty years. I know that my achievement is quite ordinary. I am not the only...

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...

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.

…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.

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 wished upon the moon one night, bewitched by how it shone so white. While staring up with some excite my eyes beheld a wondrous sight! The moon so lustrous and white transformed into an...

…a hazy yellow moon was climbing along the curve of the old basilica on the hill. As it rose, it seemed to be gathering the silence up around it like a net.

Give mea moon-blanket nightto keep me warma long-gone smileto comfort mea pair of rain-blue eyesto haunt mea simple soul…to love me.