Quotes About Moon Rise

#1. When I think of mystery, I don't think about myself. I think of the universe, like why does the moon rise when the sun falls? Caterpillars turn into butterflies? I really haven't remained a recluse.

Bob Dylan

#2. The sun rise,
The moon sets,
The wind blows,
The birds cry,
I finally saw,
The world,
As it's own,
While the sun sets,
and the moon rise,

Regina

#3. I live. I write. I watch old movies. I read. I watch the sunset. I watch the moon rise.

W.P. Kinsella

#4. I learned that God was an equal opportunity employer - that it was possible to experience the divine anywhere you were, anywhere you could see the sun and moon rise or set, or burn through the fog.

Anne Lamott

#5. Home is watching the moon rise over the open, sleeping land and having someone you can call to the window, so you can look together. Home is where you dance with others, and dancing is life.

Stephen King

#6. When will I have sufficient leisure/wealth to sit on hay-bale watching moon rise, while in luxurious mansion family sleeps? At that time, will have chance to reflect deeply on meaning of life etc., etc. Have a feeling and have always had a feeling that this and other good things will happen for us!

Anonymous

#7. I got to love solitude - to see the Moon rise and set - I had time to watch it trace the window square across the wall in silent grace ...

John Geddes

#8. So she sat on the porch and watched the moon rise. Soon its amber fluid was drenching the earth, and quenching the thirst of the day.

Zora Neale Hurston

#9. It's time to walk to the cider mill
Through air like apple wine,
And watch the moon rise over the hill,
stinging and hard and fine.
It's time to bury your seed pods deep
And let them wait and be warm.
It's time to sleep the heavy sleep
That does not wake for the storm.

Stephen Vincent Benet

#10. I know that my singing doesn't make the moon rise, nor does it make the stars shine. But without my song, the night would seem empty and incomplete. There is more to daybreak than light, just as there is more to nighttime than darkness.

Geoffrey Chaucer

#11. With my foot on the water, I feel
The moon outside,
Take on the utmost of its power.
I rise and go out through the boats.
I set my broad soul upon silver,
On the skin of the sky, on the moonlight,
Stepping outward from the earth onto water
In quest of the miracle.

James Dickey

#12. Human evolution, at first, seems extraordinary. How could the process that gave rise to slugs and oak trees and fish produce a creature that can fly to the moon and invent the Internet and cross the ocean in boats?

Steven Pinker

#13. Then know this. Between and beneath and beyond anything else i may be, i am yours. I will never leave you. never forsake you. You may rely upon sun to rise and moon to fall. For you are the heart of me.

Jay Kristoff

#14. My werewolf ... my second skin ...
When the moon is on the rise,
I go naked into night.
I am never dressed to kill.

January Valentine

#15. Innovation is what America does best. Whether it is the Apollo Project to the moon, developing the most advanced defense technologies available, the rise of the Internet or the latest advancements in biomedical gene therapies, our nation leads the world in transformative innovations.

Martin Heinrich

#16. And it was awfully strange, he thought, how she still had the power, as she came tinkling, rustling, still had the power as she came across the room, to make the moon, which he detested, rise at Bourton on the terrace in the summer sky.

Virginia Woolf

#17. There is a town in north Ontario,
With dream comfort memory to spare,
And in my mind
I still need a place to go,
All my changes were there.

Blue, blue windows behind the stars,
Yellow moon on the rise,
Big birds flying across the sky,
Throwing shadows on our eyes.

Neil Young

#18. Water will run by rule; the actual sun / Will scrupulously rise and set; / No little man lives in the exacting moon / And that is that, is that, is that.

Sylvia Plath

#19. The children watch
a distant point.
Lamps go out.
Some blind girls
question the moon
and spirals of grief
rise in the air.
The mountains survey
a distant point.

- After Passing By

Federico Garcia Lorca

#20. The moon was undone now, free to move and rise and fall and drip on the boy's face, making him nice and murky, like his thoughts.

Markus Zusak

#21. And I tell myself, a moon will rise from my darkness.

Mahmoud Darwish

#22. The moon was just starting to rise above the Tetons, shining

RaeAnne Thayne

#23. I ask again, and I want a better answer, WHAT are you!" He demanded.
"I told you before, a human rises with the sun, but I rise with the moon. I am a mere immortal soul that feasts on your fears and flesh."
"Why won't you answer my question correctly!

Miranda Leek

#24. Make morning into a key and throw it into the well,
go slowly , my lovely moon, go slowly.
let the morning sun forget to rise in the east ,
go slowly , my lovely moon, go slowly.

Khaled Hosseini

#25. Twill be the end of us all when it comes ...
The moon will devour the sun ...
The sea will rise in a great wave and drown the world ...
The Realms will fall ...
Evil will crawl across the land.

Sam J. Charlton

#26. The day I die, I'll be too busy thinking to notice he waved his hand as he left the ship.
- Nelson Moon, shipwright and designer of the Altered Moon. Current location: Cantankerous Base, Planet Tarris, Arzian Alliance

A.Z. Kelvin

#27. With every fall of the sun and rise of the moon, I can hear it. The Prophecy. It echoes through the halls of time. It is written on the surface of every star. Even the sun and moon cannot withhold the news of the second coming. I hear it. And I fear it.

Brian A. McBride

#28. Daughters of the Moon,
children of the Night,
rise like dew together
until the morning's light.
The owl's cry is our anthem,
our altar is the sky.
The Great Mystery is our Mother
to whom now, sisters, fly.

Louise Hawes

#29. Grief is deeper when the sun goes down and memories rise up with the moon and stars.

Francine Rivers

#30. The position of sun and moon on the Feast of Beltane is one, with a list if two hundred paired figures laid out beneath. Similar tables existed for Hogmanay and Midsummer's Day, and Samhainn, the Feast of All Hallows. The ancient feasts of fire and sun, and Beltane's sun would rise tomorrow.

Diana Gabaldon

#31. While chasing the moon that was about to set, she missed the sunrise.

Akshay Vasu

#32. And when our bodies rise again,
they will be wildflowers, then rabbits,
then wolves singing a perfect love
to the beautiful, meaningless moon.

Philip Appleman

#33. Can I come in?"

I thought that if the moon ever disappeared, the sea would retreat so no one would see it crying. I thought the winds would stop dancing. That the sun would not want to rise again.

Nothing of the kind. The world continues to turn, and meters must be read.

Antoine Leiris

#34. Just like moons and suns, With certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise.

Maya Angelou

#35. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but i feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

Edgar Allan Poe

#36. A song she heard
Of cold that gathers
Like winter's tongue
Among the shadows
It rose like blackness
In the sky
That on volcano's
Vomit rise
A Stone of ruin
From burn to chill
Like black moonrise
Her voice fell still ...

Robert Fanney

#37. Soon a gentle light stole over the heavens, and gave me a sensation of pleasure. I started up, and beheld a radiant form rise from among the trees.* I gazed with a kind of wonder. It moved slowly, but it enlightened my path ; and I again went out. * The moon.

Mary Shelley

#38. Let's see, today is Thor's Day the sixteenth." "You mean Thursday?" "That's what I said. The island will rise on the full moon six days from now, on the twenty-second, which is Woden's Day." "Wednesday?" I asked. "That's what I said.

Rick Riordan

#39. I rode all day.
I cried all night.
The moon didn't glow.
The sun didn't rise.
A comet blazed
Between my eyes.
West and South,
Wind and rain.
Every way is
Just the same.
Pray give me a box
To hide inside.
Pray give me a spade
To dig my own grave.

Gail Carson Levine

#40. After Passing By
The children watch
a distant point.
Lamps go out.
Some blind girls
question the moon
and spirals of grief
rise in the air.
The mountains survey
a distant point.

Federico Garcia Lorca

#41. There's a bad moon on the rise.

John Fogerty

#42. What do you do there, moon, in the sky? Tell me what you do, silent moon. When evening comes you rise and go contemplating wastelands; then you set.

Giacomo Leopardi