Top 1200 Sun Moon Quotes & Sayings - Page 20

Do you really believe that the moon isn’t there when nobody looks?

If I tell you there's cheese on the moon, bring the crackers.

He's stuck at 3:14 a.m. with only the moon to talk to.

Moon rocks are OK when everyone is eating.

It was an incredible series, 'From The Earth To The Moon.' All of it's great.

I think most of my approach to life has been like that, to find order in chaos, to be in the middle of a bunch of things happening at the same time, but find focus. I strive to be like the sun sitting in the middle of the solar system with all the planets spinning around it - millions of things going on. It's just sitting there being the sun, but exerting gravitational effect on everything. I think man should look at himself that way.

The moon is the first milestone on the road to the stars.

I do hope to make a moon flight sometime.

Believe it or not, Id love to go to the moon.

Sometimes when you aim for the stars, you hit the moon.

The moon has become a dancer at this festival of LOVE.

That is a question you have to ask the Old Man of the Moon.

The moon is the accomplice of all things related to the heart.

I've always known that the quality of love was the mind, even though the body sometimes refuses this knowledge. The body lives for itself. It lives only to feed and wait for the night. It's essentially nocturnal. But what of the mind which is born of the sun, William, and must spend thousands of hours of a lifetime awake and aware? Can you balance off the body, that pitiful, selfish thing of night against a whole lifetime of sun and intellect? I don't know.

It could reach up and grab the moon.

Moping melancholy And moon-struck madness.

I would love to fly to the Moon or Mars.

Every man is a moon; he has a side no one sees.

The sun rises every morning and sheds light, vanquishing the night's darkness. The rooster also rises every morning only, unlike the sun, he simply makes noise. But the darkness of the night is dispelled by sunshine, not by the rooster's crowing. The world can use more light and less noise. Wherever I can, I want to be light.

What comes after the moon? I think you can guess: Mars.

I thought the only lonely place was on the moon.

Aim for the moon. If you miss, you may hit a star.

Papa, please get the moon for me.

Paper Moon didn't bring me love.

He was pointing at the moon, but I was looking at his hand.

From the sun did I learn this, when it goeth down, the exuberant one: gold doth it then pour into the sea, out of inexhaustible riches, -So that the poorest fisherman roweth even with golden oars! For this did I once see, and did not tire of weeping in beholding it. - Like the sun will also Zarathustra go down: now sitteth he here and waiteth, old broken tables around him, and also new tables half-written.

The moon does not simply disappear when we are not looking at it.

Look at that moon. Potato weather for sure.

The moon is brighter since the barn burned.

I know that there is one God in heaven, the Father of all humanity, and heaven is therefore one. I know that there is one sun in the sky, which gives light to all the world. As there is unity in God, and unity in the light, so is there unity in the principles of freedom. Wherever it is broken, wherever a shadow is cast upon the sunny rays of the sun of liberty, there is always danger of free principles everywhere in the world.

Moon, plum blossoms, this, that, and the day goes

All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.

The waters are in motion, but the moon retains its serenity.

I have been known on occasion to howl at the moon.

Oh, don't let's ask for the moon. We've already got the stars.

The sun goes down long and red. All the magic names of the valley unrolled - Manteca, Madera, all the rest. Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon field; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgundy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries. I stuck my head out the window and took deep breaths of the fragant air. It was the most beautiful of all moments.

If there are poor on the moon, we will go there too.

I have the LIFE magazine of the men walking on the moon.

Going to the moon is not a matter of physics but of economics.

I want to be the first black man on the moon

Imagine you are walking down a leafy path...The sun is receding, and you are walking alone, caressed by the breezy light of the late afternoon. Then suddenly, you feel a large drop on your right arm. Is it raining? You look up. The sky is still deceptively sunny...seconds later another drop. Then, with the sun still perched in the sky, you are drenched in a shower of rain. This is how memories invade me, abruptly and unexpectedly.

Anybody knows, you can conjure anything by the dark of the moon

Why had we come to the moon? The thing presented itself to me as a perplexing problem. What is this spirit in man that urges him for ever to depart from happiness and security, to toil, to place himself in danger, to risk an even a reasonable certainty of death? It dawned upon me that there in the moon as a thing I ought always to have known, that man is not made to go about safe and comfortable and well fed and amused. ... against his interest, against his happiness, he is constantly being driven to do unreasonable things. Some force not himself impels him, and he must go.

And here Dante describes an evidently spherical world... "The lamp of the world [the sun] rises to mortals through different passages; but through that which joins four circles with three crosses [the position of the rising sun at the vernal equinox] it issues with a better course and conjoined with better stars, and tempers and stamps the wax of the world more after its own fashion. Although such an outlet had made morning there and evening here, and all the hemisphere there was bright, and the other dark..."

Early morning, the orange sun is slowly rising, shining forth in empty luminous clarity. The mind and the sky are one, the sun is rising in the vast space of primordial awareness, and there is just this. Yasutani Roshi once said, speaking of satori, that it was the most precious realization in the world, because all the great philosophers had tried to understand ultimate reality but had failed to do so, yet with satori or awakening all of your deepest questions are finally answered: it's just this.

The moon shone like herrings in the water.

If you shoot for the stars, you'll at least hit the moon

Let the dog bark; the moon shall beam on.

In the deep space of the sea I have found my moon

I could see Armstrong bouncing on the moon

I am going with him, if he climbs to the Moon.

White in the moon the long road lies.

What greater thing can you do than walk on the moon?

Fear ringed by doubt is my eternal moon.

As shines the moon amid the lesser fires.

Look how the smaller birds greet the sun, with so much merry chirruping and so much outpouring of song! It is their way of expressing worship for the only Light they can know, an outer one. But man can also know the inner Sun, the Light of the Overself. How much more reason has he to chirp and sing than the little birds! Yet how few man feel gratitude for such privilege.

The moon stays bright when it doesn't avoid the night.

I love you right up to the moon - and back.

Obama is to the Tea Party as the moon is to werewolves.

Sustainable energy is the equivalent of the U.S. moon shot.