Hung The Moon Quotes

#1. You always want your significant other to think that you hung the moon, but when you're working in music you also want them to be honest with you.

Stacey King

#2. Love is easy. Find someone who thinks you hung the moon, then spend every day trying to prove 'em right.

Casey Bramble

#3. I thought you hung the moon.

John Green

#4. ... I imagine her looking at me like that. Like I hung the moon and stars and everything in between, all of it just for her.

Monica Murphy

#5. You know I think you hung the moon, right?" "Right. Just like I know you held the ladder and looked up my skirt.

Gena Showalter

#6. She was the person who hung the moon in my sky. She lit the dark and made me want more than I was comfortable with.

Belle Aurora

#7. The last thin paring of the old moon hung over the distant mountains to the west. Venus had moved away. With dark a gauzy swarm of stars. He could not guess what they were for so many.

Cormac McCarthy

#8. There were two things about Mama. One is she always expected the best out of me. And the other is that then no matter what I did, whatever I came home with, she acted like it was the moon I had just hung up in the sky and plugged in all the stars. Like I was that good.

Barbara Kingsolver

#9. Overhead hung a summer sky furrowed with the rush of rockets; and from the east a late moon, pushing up beyond the lofty bend of the coast, sent across the bay a shaft of brightness which paled to ashes in the red glitter of the illuminated boats.

Edith Wharton

#10. Because of something told under the famished horn
Of the hunter's moon, that hung between the night and the day,
To dream of women whose beauty was folded in dismay,
Even in an old story, is a burden not to be borne.

William Butler Yeats

#11. Her staring at you like you hung the stars in the sky when she thinks you're not looking. Like the moon is made up of every breath that leaves your chest. This

Darshana Suresh

#12. On some days she was able to see both sun and moon at the same time. Like feuding cousins, they hung in two corners of the vast world-ceiling refusing to look at one another. The moon was always harder to spot and more faded, but it was there if you looked, as many things were.

Carla H. Krueger

#13. The moon had been lighted and was hung in a treetop.

Stephen Crane

#14. Above me, the moon spun low across the sky and a few watery clouds hung from the stars like cobwebs. In

Cherie Priest

#15. The moon in all her immaculate purity hung in the sky, laughing at this world of dust. She congratulated me for my carefully considered maneuvers and invited me to share in her eternal solitude.

Shan Sa

#16. The scent of growth, quiet and green, hung heavy in the air. I heard everything. I saw everything. I could count the craters on the moon. I could count every mosquito buzz past, bypassing my tender skin out of respect for a fellow bloodsucker.

Molly Harper

#17. I found myself, unbidden, thinking of the holy fools in the old story, the ones who went fishing in the lake for the moon, with nets, convinced that the reflection in the water was nearer and easier to catch than the globe that hung in the sky.

Neil Gaiman

#18. She pointed above the little king's crib where a cutout piece of parchment hung from the ceiling. Froi's eyes followed her finger across the ceiling to the wall, where the light from the moon made a shape of a rabbit.

Melina Marchetta

#19. The moon hung over the planet Earth, a dead thing over a dying thing.

John Fowles

#20. From man's blood-sodden heart are sprung
Those branches of the night and day
Where the gaudy moon is hung.
What's the meaning of all song?
Let all things pass away.

W.B.Yeats

#21. The stillest hour of the night had come, the hour before dawn, when the world seems to hold its breath. The moon hung low, and had turned from silver to copper in the sleeping sky.

Kate Chopin

#22. The moon that hung over the garden like some great priceless pearl, flawed and blemished with grey shadowy ridges as only a very great beauty can risk being.

Anita Desai

#23. The moon hung heavy over the lake like an overripe orange, trickling its golden stream of light across inky depths.

Julie Lessman

#24. It was a nearly starless sky. Black clouds hung heavy overhead, blocking out the moon.

Ally Carter

#25. There was a frosty rime upon the trees, which, in the faint light of the clouded moon, hung upon the smaller branches like dead garlands.

Charles Dickens

#26. The sky was filled with fat stars, swollen from the long night. The moon had risen briefly and then slipped out of sight. It was one of those sad moons that no one looks at or pays attention to. It had hung there a while, misshapen, not shedding any light, and then gone to hide behind the hills.

Juan Rulfo

#27. The summer moon hung full in the sky. For the time being it was the great fact of the world.

Willa Cather

#28. The streetlights had already lit up on Bronnaya, and a golden moon hung over the Patriarchs. In the ever deceiving lunar light, it appeared to Ivan Nikolayevich that, instead of a cane, the professor stood holding a sword under his arm.

Mikhail Bulgakov

#29. He drove the car back through the night to Paris. The hedges and orchards of Normandy flew past him. The moon hung oval and large in the misty sky. The ship was forgotten. Only the landscape remained. The landscape, the smell of hay and ripe apples, the silence and the deep peace of the inevitable

Erich Maria Remarque

#30. Still, the moon stood out clearly against the sky. It hung up there faithfully, without a word of complaint concerning the city lights or the noise or the air pollution.

Haruki Murakami