Top 1200 Winter Moon Quotes & Sayings - Page 13

Poetry is the dark side of the moon.

I am a cemetery by the moon unblessed.

Only with winter-patience can we bring the deep-desired, long-awaited Spring.

The moon just crapped the bed.

I got to meet Keith Moon!

Be like the sun and meadow, which are not in the least concerned about the coming winter.

I look like the man in the moon.

You know it's a real winter when Bostonians are telling you that they've never experienced anything like it.

It was as unbelievable as the moon catching fire.

The sun provides the moon with its brightness.

You gazed at the moon and fell in the gutter.

Winter makes a bridge between one year and another and, in this case, one century and the next.

The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to.

A weak human mercy walks in the corridors of hospitals and is like a half-thawed winter.

It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.

There is something haunting in the light of the moon.

You promised the moon, but I prefer Uranus.

The wind is the moon's imagination wandering.

What a severe yet master artist old Winter is... No longer the canvas and the pigments, but the marble and the chisel.

We need to drive like hell and get to the hills before the winter sets in.

The light of the moon is all we've got to go on...

Having glue stuck to your face in winter is not fun. It freezes as it hits the skin.

You may depend on it that the bunting, emberiza miliaria, does not leave this country in the winter.

Winter, spring, summer, or fall, all you gotta do is call, and I'll be there, 'cause you've got a friend.

Never take a job where winter winds can blow up your pants.

In the summertime, I played Little League baseball; football in the fall; basketball in the winter.

See the moon? It hates us.

The moon shows the truth of things.

The sun is within me and so is the moon.

I never think of the future. It comes soon enough. When visiting the U.S. from Germany for a winter academic stay.

One of my favorite movies is 'Paper Moon.'

We must strive to be like the moon

I like to look at the skyline and the moon.

Believe it or not, I'd love to go to the moon.

The moon is made of a green cheese.

You are about to begin reading Italo Calvino's new novel, If on a winter's night a traveler.

Under your skin the moon is alive.

I love you girl...to the moon and back.

Look at the moon in the sky, not the one in the lake.

The moon in her chariot of pearl

I've been half-frozen for so long, it is as though the winter has set up home in my marrow.

You stupefied me. We waxed, Carnivores, late and alight In the beaded winter. All was ominous, luminous.

All right, you primitive screwheads. Listen up. I'm Harry Dresden. I'm the new Winter Knight.

In the middle of L.A.'s sunny non-winter, I need to sit in a dark closet to feel right.

The winter prepares the earth for the spring, so do afflictions sanctified prepare the soul for glory.

The Snow-drop, Winter's timid child, Awakes to life, bedew'd with tears.

Do not mistake the pointing finger for the moon.

You can be the moon and still be jealous of the stars.

I'd like to walk on the moon (and return).

It's funny. When we were alive we spent much of our time staring up at the cosmos and wondering what was out there. We were obsessed with the moon and whether we could one day visit it. The day we finally walked on it was celebrated worldwide as perhaps man's greatest achievement. But it was while we were there, gathering rocks from the moon's desolate landscape, that we looked up and caught a glimpse of just how incredible our own planet was. Its singular astonishing beauty. We called her Mother Earth. Because she gave birth to us, and then we sucked her dry.

The full moon - the mandala of the sky.

East of the sun and west of the moon.

Religion is pointing toward the moon

What good is the Moon? You can't buy it or sell it.

Moon is like Soul. Clouds are like all the situations in our life, relationships, youth, etc. Wind is like the Time. Just like the wind moves the clouds, Time moves all the situations in our life. But the soul is always the same and not on the temporary situations. One who focuses on soul is a moon-like person.

It's well known that I interviewed with Philadelphia last winter, and I'd like to manage again.

But what would interest you about the brook, It's always cold in summer, warm in winter.

Walking the streets on winter nights kept him warm, despite the cold nocturnal passions of uprising winds. His footsteps led between trade-marked houses, two up and two down, with digital chimneys like pigs' tits on the rooftops sending up heat and smoke into the cold trough of a windy sky. Stars hid like snipers, taking aim now and again when clouds gave them a loophole. Winter was an easy time for him to hide his secrets, for each dark street patted his shoulder and became a friend, and the gaseous eye of each lamp glowed unwinking as he passed.

Seen from the moon we are all the same size.

We went to the Moon as technicians; we returned as humanitarians.