Moon And Her Quotes

#1. i witness the birth
of the moon and her servants
walking the night sky pulling us into their wake

A.P. Sweet

#2. Issa knelt down in front of her, taking her hands in his. Until the end of time, I will love you. You are the moon in my endless night. I have never abandoned this world, even when I desperately wanted to, and I will never leave you, either.

Lisa Kessler

#3. ...She squeezed Niall's hand and bleakly said, "I don't want you hurt."
"Oh, Serena, that's all I have to know." And with that, he kissed her so passionately, she felt as though she had fae transported to the moon and back...

Terry Spear

#4. Night came. The moon was entering her first quarter, and her insufficient light would soon die out in the mist on the horizon. Clouds were rising from the east, and already overcast a part of the heavens.

Jules Verne

#5. Sometimes,
I doubt the courage
My bones are made of

And then,
A breath finds her way in
And her way out

The half-way-almost-full moon
Smiles down;

My heart sighs
And quietly whispers:
I remember.

Bryonie Wise

#6. Sometimes in the afternoon sky the moon would pass white as a cloud, furtive, lusterless, like an actress who does not have to perform yet and who, from the audience, in street clothes, watches the other actors for a moment, making herself inconspicuous, not wanting anyone to pay attention to her.

Marcel Proust

#7. He didn't just love Lila, he was in love with her. And he wanted to marry her not to save her, but to save himself.

Jeannie Moon

#8. The moon is looking down into the canyon, and how marvelously the great rocks kindle to her light! Every dome, and brow, and swelling boss touched by her white rays, glows as if lighted with snow.

John Muir

#9. William glanced at her sword. His upper lip rose, showing her his teeth. My, my, Lord Bill, what big fangs you have. That was all right. She wasn't Red Riding Hood, she wasn't scared, and her grandmother could curse his ass so hard, he wouldn't know which way was up for a week.

Ilona Andrews

#10. I do wonder why people hate their grey hair so much! I think grey hair is a gift from the moon! When the moon laughs, her eyes produce tears of joy that fall to the earth and onto the tops of people's heads!

C. JoyBell C.

#11. I saw that in him she had found her sun and moon, her stars and her dreams.

Juliet Marillier

#12. True poetry (inspired by the Muse and her prime symbol, the moon) even today is a survival, or intuitive re-creation, of the ancient Goddess-worship.

Robert Graves

#13. One night when we were lying under the stars together she pointed to this beaming bright star beside the moon and said wherever she was in the world, whether we were together or apart, that I should remember her with that star because it would always be there-that it was her with me.

Rebecah McManus

#14. The moon, by her comparative proximity, and the constantly varying appearances produced by her several phases, has always occupied a considerable share of the attention of the inhabitants of the earth.

Jules Verne

#15. I know William," Kaldar said. "He's married to my cousin, Cerise, who is more like my baby sister. If her life and happiness were at stake, William would burn the world just to see her smile. Jack is a changeling like William. He would move the earth and the moon to protect his brother. "So

Ilona Andrews

#16. The beauty Snow White's got has nothing to do with him. She's scarred up and suspicious and shameless. Her pretty's not for him. It's like saying the moon's got a fine figure on her. Maybe true, but what good is that to a man? Snow

Catherynne M Valente

#17. The moon ... is a mad woman holding up her dress So that her white belly shines. Haughty, Impregnable, Ridiculous, Silent and white as a debauched queen.

Yevgeny Zamyatin

#18. I give her sadness and the gift of pain,
a new moon madness and a love of rain.

Dorothy Parker

#19. If the other novice wizards on the row hadn't broken into Raeshaldis's rooms, pissed on her bed and written WHORE and THIEF on the walls, she probably would have been killed on the night of the full moon.

Barbara Hambly

#20. We inhabit a three-body cosmos. Sophia is essentially the matriarch of a single-parent family - a single-planet goddess, if you will. But she relies on the support of the surrogate parents, sun and moon, to manage her terrestrial brood.

John Lamb Lash

#21. Dance with me, Celaena, he said again, his voice rough. When her eyes met his she forgot about the cold, and the moon, and the glass palace looming above them. The secret library and the king's plans and Mort and Elena faded into nothing. She took his hand and there was only the music and Chaol.

Sarah J. Maas

#22. Cocky."
"I won't deny it. Which is why this is weird for me," Romeo's voice lowered as he leaned into her. His warm breath fanned against her neck, making Jules shiver as he said, "You're so beautiful you make me feel humble. Being with you scares me, and I'm not real sure what to do about it.

Kele Moon

#23. The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon, When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.

John Milton

#24. The moon is at her crystal window / Spinning and weaving ...

Hilda Conkling

#25. And suddenly the moon withdraws her sickle from the lightening skies, and to her sombre cavern flies, wrapped in a veil of yellow gauze.

Oscar Wilde

#26. You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. You need her, as she needs you ...

George R R Martin

#27. She pushed Adam firmly back, once and for all, and turned to face the demon, the crescent moon of the scythe's blade circling over her head as a vane signals a change in the weather.
The wind was finally blowing her way.

Erin Kellison

#28. Even in the slippery blur of heat and arms and noise, Lena affected everything in her wake, a pull as powerful as the moon to the tides, or the planets to the sun. I was caught in her orbit, even as she pulled away from mine.

Kami Garcia

#29. The moon's a powerful mistress. She can reach through any wall or covering and work her wicked charms.

Darren Shan

#30. There was a sliver of moon and a splash of stars, and the light outlined her face and glistened on the tears that ran like mercury down her cheeks.

Jonathan Maberry

#31. What are you cooking this night, wife?" One of the crepes picked that moment to dislodge itself from the ceiling. It landed at her feet with a plop as if on cue. "Crepes." She kept a straight face and tried to look like this was the normal way to make crepes.

Shelly Thacker

#32. Some women waited for a night in shining armor. She, apparently, had ended up with a knight in black jeans and leather, who wanted to chase her down and have his evil way with her.

Ilona Andrews

#33. she was always falling for the guys who promised her the moon and then delivered stinky cheese with a side of infidelity.

Ann Charles

#34. Joules cackled with delight. "And I've still got time to moon her. You think me arse'll show up on her infrared?" The streetwise bruiser was back.

Kresley Cole

#35. The moon, white and voluptuous like a proud, fat bride on her wedding night, had just cleared the horizon. From

Zeece Lugo

#36. Run away with me - tonight." Above them the brilliant moon beckoned, promising to light their way. Her voice sounded queer and far off, weak with longing and despair. "No runnin' off like Ma done, Simon.

Laura Frantz

#37. The sun loves the moon so much that he dies every night to let her breathe, and in return, she reflects his love.

Jeffrey Fry

#38. Another relative?" Valek asked.
A broad smile stretched Moon Man's lips. "Yes. I am her mother's uncle's wife's
third cousin."
Valek and Moon Man

Maria V. Snyder

#39. When the moon kisses the stas in the silence with her lights of love, my heart dances with ecstasy and beauty of life.

Debasish Mridha

#40. The stars are in blossom, the moon is in flower,
And bright are the windows of Night in her tower.

J.R.R. Tolkien

#41. Think that you love your wife and say it,
know that you love your wife and show it.
If your wife asks for the moon, give her the sun too.

Matshona Dhliwayo

#42. The clouds were drifting over the moon at their giddiest speed, at one time wholly obscuring her, at another, suffering her to burst forth in full splendor and shed her light on all the objects around; anon, driving over her again, with increased velocity, and shrouding everything in darkness.

Charles Dickens

#43. The moon on a bracelet and the sun in a jar," said Sarai. "We really wreak havoc on the heavens, don't we?"
Lazlo's voice sank deeper in his throat. Smokier. Hungrier. "I expect the heavens will survive," he said, and then he kissed her.

Laini Taylor

#44. We Christians identify Christ with the sun, and the moon with the Church, the community of the faithful. No one, save Jesus Christ, possesses his or her own light.

Pope Francis

#45. No matter how bleak and black her existence became, the familiar sight of the moon restored something within her, small as it was - like tiny fluttering wings of flame beating back the darkness.

Shona Moyce

#46. And now they were across the world in a wholly new place, but -- and she wasn't sure what this meant -- every new place reminded her of an old place. The moon, after all, was still the moon.

Joanna Hershon

#47. The Suicide, as she is falling,
Illuminated by the moon,
Regrets her act, and finds appalling
The thought she will be dead so soon.

Edward Gorey

#48. Once there was a man and a woman. When they met sparks flew, meteors collided, asteroids turned cartwheels and atoms split. He loved her from here to eternity, she loved him to the moon and back. They were two peas in a pod, heads and tails and noughts and crosses.

Grace McCleen

#49. He wanted to talk about her-he was full of her-but he was telling a fine line here.He and Terry were men of the world and men of the world didn't moon over their woman.

T.C. Boyle

#50. Evie," he whispered next to her ear, "I want to make love to you, hold you in my arms, until the moon crosses the sky and the morning comes.

Caroline Fyffe

#51. Nature, too, supports our personal blossoming (if we have any quiet exposure to her) through her spontaneities, through her beauty, power, and mirroring, through her dazzling variety of species and habitats, and by way of the wind, Moon, Sun, stars, and galaxies.

Bill Plotkin

#52. I would curse the whole nation but for that Canaanite woman's kindness ... I never saw her face, but I imagine it shining with light and beauty. Indeed, when I think of her, I see the face of the full moon.

Anita Diamant

#53. He was naked as a jaybird and covered in filth. He moved towards her with the same eerie grace that he had scaled the side of the barn, stopping to sniff the wind and look suspiciously around...His eyes were not yellow now; they were as black as his hair.

Shirley A. Martin

#54. The green has widened for an Arcadian delight, and over the sky, the sun had departed. But the moonlit beams unshackled the sulky spells of life. Moon adorned with eloquent jewelry of purple as a semblance to her inward gloom and outward passion.

Nithin Purple

#55. Skypilot could not help but hope that the song of the moon
the song of God's miraculous firmament
might reach her tonight and enable her to feel the reality of Christ's love and sacrifice.

Serena B. Miller

#56. Woman wants monogamy;
Man delights in novelty.
Love is woman's moon and sun;
Man has other forms of fun.
Woman lives but in her lord;
Count to ten, and man is bored.
With this the gist and sum of it,
What earthly good can come of it?

Dorothy Parker

#57. When Frey asked students to draw the creation, the other kids drew animals and Adam and Eve. Caroline covered her paper in black crayon, then held it up to reveal she had punched out holes for the stars and the moon. 'And then there was light', she said ...

Christopher Andersen

#58. She lifted the book to her nose and inhaled the scent lingering in its cardboard bones: a hint of rosewater and Lysol that instantly genie-summoned the Blue Moon Lodge. It was Winnemucca condensed, this book, the only thing she owned that could still predictably take her from here to there.

Armistead Maupin

#59. Gabe turned his head to look up at her. The moon came through the skylight and backlit Chloe's short blonde curls, making her look angelically lovely. Too bad she was insane.

Jennifer Crusie

#60. There had to be more to wooing a woman than feeding cattle, minding the store, tending the bar, and sex. That wasn't a bad combination in getting to know a woman, but now that he knew Jill, he wanted to hang the moon for her, make the stars brighter, and force daisies to grow from frozen ground.

Carolyn Brown

#61. I have fourteen black wives an' one white, de chiefest one. I would sure enough shoo her away dis minute if you tek her place in my bed tonight, Mama Sam Moon.
Was sex all these people ever thought about? I guess life was short back then, and nobody had much time to waste on anything else.

J.R. Rain

#62. It's difficult to write a book where a character is on virtually every page of the book but you cannot refer to his or her gender. It gets rid of every his, her, she and he.

William Least Heat-Moon

#63. His hands grasped her waist and lifted her until she could have sworn that his feet had come off the ground, too; that they were floating up above the creek, above the trees, above the burning hillside, into the dense tangle of stars, about to kiss the moon.

Lauren Kate

#64. The moon has nothing to be sad about,
Staring from her hood of bone.

She is used to this type of thing.
Her blacks crackle and drag.

Sylvia Plath

#65. I'm not talking nonsense, lass. I'd give you the whole of the moon if I could, and throw in the stars for good measure,' he said, taking her hand, and kissing it. 'You couldn't be content with less?

Georgette Heyer

#66. He got that sensation again. His chest expanded with the emotions, making him feel like he'd shatter right there over how beautiful she was and how desperately he adored her. It actually choked him with the force of it. If he tried to speak, he'd lose it.

Kele Moon

#67. Why couldn't the two of them have gone on and on forever? Himself and Constance, sun and moon, each one of them shining, though in different ways. Instead of which he's here, forsaken by her, abandoned. In time, which fails to sustain him. In space, which fails to cradle him.

Margaret Atwood

#68. The hole left by the moon's tearing-free and monument to her exile;

Thomas Pynchon

#69. But I didn't bother looking up. What the fuck were the stars and moon, when I had her? I couldn't take my eyes off her. I could barely fucking breathe.

Tillie Cole

#70. Her face as pale and blameless as a lesser moon. -

Emma Cline

#71. The table was her stage. The mobile phone was the microphone. And the new moon was the spotlight. That kind of magic only Nana could make it happen.

Ai Yazawa

#72. I enjoy eating and have no issues with eating. I am not going to be one of those girls who have to watch her weight.

Moon Bloodgood

#73. Soft and silent as a new moon, a smile drifted across her face.

Haruki Murakami

#74. Autumn is coming. For as long as I can remember, I've talked to the moon. Asked her for her guidance. There's something deeply spiritual about her waxing and waning. She wears a new dress every evening, yet she's always herself.
And she's always there.

Stephanie Perkins

#75. He feeds upon her face by day and night,
And she with true kind eyes looks back on him,
Fair as the moon and joyful as the light:
Not wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim;
Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright;
Not as she is, but as she fills his dream.

Christina Rossetti

#76. Shadow thought about how you made the moon seem to come out of the sky and become a silver dollar, and what made a woman get out of her grave and walk across town to talk to you.

Neil Gaiman

#77. Why is she afraid?" he asked. "She's not Anjin-san. Just a little nervous. Please excuse her. She's never seen a foreigner close to before." "Tell her when the moon's full, barbarians sprout horns and fire comes out of our mouths like dragons.

James Clavell

#78. She is . . . the moon in my night sky. And that is the beginning, middle, and end of it. There is no more to be told than that, and never shall I speak of her again.

J.R. Ward

#79. You wanna cry, chica?"
She nodded and squaked, "Yes"
"Then you cry" He signed as he caressed her arm. "I can't make you hard, so you be soft for both of us, okay?

Kele Moon

#80. London knows much, and every momeny she learns a new thing, but this she shall never learn - that the sun shines all day and the moon all night on the silver tiles of her dark house, and that the young months climb her walls, and run singing in and out between her chimneys...

Stella Benson

#81. Mel."
"Hmm?"
"Don't leave me again, okay?" Clay whispered in a voice choked with emotion as he pulled her tighter against him and tilted his head to rest his cheek on top of her head. "'Cause that 'bout killed me.

Kele Moon

#82. Tell Penny how groovy it was of her to set up this little get-together, oh, and hey - can I be frank for a minute?" "Of course," said Agents Flatweed and Borderline. Snapping his fingers, Doc sang himself out the door with four bars of "Fly Me to the Moon,

Thomas Pynchon

#83. The pale and quiet moon Makes her calm forehead bare, And the last fragments of the storm, Like shattered rigging from a fight at sea, Silent and few, are drifting over me.

James Russell Lowell

#84. It's like we're on the moon," Sarah whispered. Michael squeezed her elbow. "Except that we can breathe, there are no stars, and there's still gravity." "Yeah, other than that, it's like we're on the moon.

James Dashner

#85. The moon seems to shine back at her the increased need of intimacy, of secrecy and seclusion the war has made everyone feel.

Glenn Haybittle

#86. And in her dream Coraline saw that the sun had set and the stars were twinkling in the darkening sky. Coraline stood in the meadow, and she watched as the three children (two of them walking, one flying) went away from her across the grass, silver in the light of the huge moon.

Neil Gaiman

#87. Mercury. Lead. Antimony. A cresent moon sits at the nape of her neck; and Egyptian ankh near her collarbone. There are other symbols as well: Norse runes, Chinese characters.
It is part of who I was, who I am, and who I will be.

Erin Morgenstern

#88. Once a month, ripe with psychic energy, the moon grows to Her zenith. Blazing full with the sun's rays through the night sky, it is with great compassion and love for her children that she luminesces.

Lawren Leo

#89. Hey", he said again. "I'm gonna go down to Mrs. Jackson's place and murder her whole family. Then I'm gonna fly to the moon and eat some chickens. Be right back."
"Okay," she murmured.

James Dashner

#90. As tiny silver flakes drifted down to settle on our bodies
Both the living and the dead
I thought perhaps the moon had hidden her face from us, as full of sorrow as we were. But she couldn't stop her tears from spilling out in the form of silent snow.

Andrea Cremer

#91. The sun sets, the strange clouds glowing eerily like a full moon laced with arsenic and occult warnings.
Eternity stretches out her mocking red carpet, hinting at the long lonely walk of regret I have ahead of me.

Poppet

#92. And we sit there, by its margin, while the moon, who loves it too, stoops down to kiss it with a sister's kiss, and throws her silver arms around it clingingly.

Jerome K. Jerome

#93. It is very much, she thinks, like looking at the moon and knowing one could make it there, too. It is only time and breath that stand between her and the top. She is young. She'll do it and have done it.

Dave Eggers

#94. The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep tonight.

William C. Bryant

#95. So he held her and he prayed. Shafts of moonlight on his face. But the baby in her womb, He was the maker of the moon. He was the author of the fate that could make the mountains move.

Andrew Peterson

#96. The moon, serene and detached in a cloudless sky, did what she could, though so far off, to help them in their quest; till her hour came and she sank earthwards reluctantly, and left them, and mystery once more held field and river.

Kenneth Grahame

#97. All things journey: sun and moon, Morning, noon, and afternoon, Night and all her stars; 'Twixt the east and western bars Round they journey, Come and go! We go with them!

George Eliot

#98. Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth.

Joseph Addison

#99. It is said that her cry of anguish and ecstasy left a crack across the face of the moon, but her blood and her soul and her strength and her courage all went into the steel.

George R R Martin

#100. I am absolutely over the moon. The baby's due next June. But I haven't found out the sex of the child and doubt I will. I want it to be a surprise. on news of her pregnancy

Angela Griffin