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Being a star is depressing.It twinkles but is distant and cold.I'd rather be the moon, Shine in your glory and go around you forever!
— Avinash Matta, The Tree Outside My Window Is a Drama Queen
And there was the moon. A warm and visible greeting, a beacon of relief. Full, unshrouded, its edges crisp. It looked like an airy wafer- what were those crackers that came in the big green tin? She stared at the moon and thought about the fact that she was breathing. Fact of breathing, fact of life. This she could control: slow down and speed up her breathing, despite the pain in her throat. She'd never really looked at the moon, never really seen how intricate the etchings on its yellowy silver surface. Bowl of a spoon in candlelight. When she'd looked a long time- I see the moon, and the moon sees me- a glimmering ring like a rainbow materialized at the rim. In the memory she still retained, as clear as a framed snapshot, a portrait worn in a locket, Saga stared at the moon that way for hours, and it kept her company, it kept her sane, it kept her in one piece, it kept her alive. It was proof, fact, patience, faith.
— Julia Glass, The Whole World Over
There was a man who loved the moon, but whenever he tried to embrace her, she broke into a thousand pieces and left him drenched, with empty arms.
— Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer
This is not only a full moon for me. This is an image of your face for me.
— Gaurav GRV Sharma, Gaurav GRV Sharma
Maybe I'm the moon. Cold, remote, and yet men still want to conquer me.
— Unknown
So far away, but so beautiful. So powerful. I can always feel it tugging at me.
— Emery Lord, When We Collided
A three-quarter moon, glowering bone, with a hint of something bruised, battered, scarred. The moon has endured more than anybody can know.
— Joyce Carol Oates, Foxfire: Confessions of a Girl Gang
Be the moon in somebody's night. Be the yusr (ease), in somebody's usr (hardship).
— Yasmin Mogahed
Bet I know something else you don't. There's dew on the grass in the morning.'He suddenly couldn't remember if he had known this or not, and it made him quite irritable. 'And if you look'—she nodded at the sky—'there's a man on the moon.'He hadn't looked for a long time.
— Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
While chasing the moon that was about to set, she missed the sunrise.
— Akshay Vasu
Sun adores the bodyMoon romances your soul ...❤
— Shonali Dey, The Essence of Eternal Happiness
Man has reached the moon, but twenty centuries ago a poet knew the enchantments that would make the moon come down to earth.
— Julio Cortázar
You weren't using the moon for anything. Only some long-term robot storage.
— Leonard Richardson, Constellation Games
The moles came bearing their lamps and then the most ancient and magical creature that ever danced beneath the moon was lost in darkness once more.
— Robin Jarvis, The Oaken Throne
The blank face of the moon looked down wistfully on the pair and tried to lean in just a little closer.
— S E Grove
The next time you stand on a beach at night, watching the moon’s bright path across the water, and the conscious of the moon-drawn tides, remember that the moon itself may have been born of a great tidal wave of earthly substance, torn off into space. And remember if the moon was formed in this fashion, the event may have had much to do with shaping the ocean basins and the continents as we know them.
— Rachel Carson, The Sea Around Us
You told me mornings were the best time to break your own heart. So here I am, smoking your brand of cigarettes for the scent. I wonder if you still sing Beatles songs as you make coffee. You said your mother used to sing them to you when you couldn’t sleep, nineteen years before we met, twenty before you moved your clothes out of our closet while I was at work. By the way, I hate you for leaving all the photographs on the fridge. Taking them down felt like peeling off new scabs, like slapping a sunburn. I spent so many nights carving your body into pillows, I can promise you nothing feels like sleeping with your arm around me and your breath in my ear. Still, it’s comforting to know we sleep under the same moon, even if she’s so much older when she gets to me. I like to imagine she’s seen you sleeping and wants me to know you’re doing well.
— Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers
I swear, the reason for full moons is so the gods can more clearly see the mischief they create.
— Michael J. Sullivan, Age of Myth
She doesn't know where she is going. She doesn't know when the next demons will appear. But she will keep on walking.She will follow the moon.
— Deborah Ellis, Moon at Nine
No matter how far away we are from each other in distance, or in time, when we look up into the clear night Sky. We will always see the same Moon.
— Adam Stanley
Sometimes a high moon, liquid-brilliant, scudded across a hollow space and took cover under electric, brown-iridescent cloud-edges.
— D.H. Lawrence
The moon was sewn into the sky that night
— Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
I kept staring at the moon. I'm not sure if its light was good or evil. I thought it might not be either. The moon just shines with the light of chaos. Mysteriously. Brightly. That must not be either good or evil. Just as the rules of this world are not all good.
— Fuminori Nakamura, The Kingdom
Even when the moon shrinks and disappears, it shows itself again gradually. When ancient people saw that eternal cycle of death and recovery, they prayed to the moon for their own rebirth. Rebirth. Will I be reborn? ... If I were reborn, what would I become?
— Fuminori Nakamura, The Kingdom
The eastern savanna shifted from charcoal to deep purple
—  to the west a feverish orange moon sank into the Kiambu Hills.
She had a new secret, the strenght of the moon, looking at her
— Susan Engberg
The moon makes love to the ocean and in this holy conception it gives birth to a little tide.
— A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
I spread my fingers outward, letting the knife tip of my middle finger rip the sky as it tares a rift in the moon.
— A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
Never drink with Dornishmen when the moon is full.
— George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons
i witness the birth of the moon and her servants walking the night sky pulling us into their wake
— A.P. Sweet, The Abattoir of Silence
They try to fight the waves, but they can’t fight the moon. They can’t fight the world’s rotation or the bathymetry of oceans or the inevitability that sometimes things just don’t work out.
— Marina Keegan, The Opposite of Loneliness: Essays and Stories
When the moon gets bored, it kills whales. Blue whales and fin whales and humpback, sperm, and orca whales: centrifugal forces don’t discriminate.
— Marina Keegan, The Opposite of Loneliness: Essays and Stories
You said: "Wait for the moon with me."I stayed. I waited. The moon never came.
— Danabelle Gutierrez, & Until The Dreams Come
Seen on a night in November How frail Above the bulk Of crashing water hangs, Autumn, evanescent, wan, The moon.
— Adelaide Crapsey, Verse by Adelaide Crapsey
The moon was a fang in the lightning sky.
— Alexander Maksik
The moon's a crazy sweetheart.
— Helen Humphreys, Leaving Earth
As it Were tissue of silver I'll wear, O Fate, thy grey, And go mistily radiant, clad Like the moon.
— Adelaide Crapsey, Verse by Adelaide Crapsey
The best way I can think to describe it, she said, ' is the way, when you're driving on the freeway at night how everyone can see the moon in their window. Every car on the road. Every car feels the moon is following that car, even in the other direction, right? Everyone in that entire hemisphere can see the moon and think it is there for them, is following where they go.
— Aimee Bender, The Color Master: Stories
Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon's Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat?
— Adelaide Crapsey, Verse by Adelaide Crapsey
A little after moonrise Stephen woke. Extreme hunger had brought on cramps in his midriff again and he held his breath to let them pass: Jack was still sitting there, the tiller under his knee, the sheet in his hand, as though he had never moved, as though he were as immoveable as the Rock of Gibraltar and as unaffected by hunger, thirst, fatigue, or despondency. In this light he even looked rock-like, the moon picking out the salient of his nose and jaw and turning his broad shoulders and upper man into one massive block. He had in fact lost almost as much weight as a man can lose and live, and in the day his shrunken, bearded face with deep-sunk eyes was barely recognizable; but the moon showed the man unchanged.
— Patrick O'Brian
Io, this is Admiral Muhan of the Martian Congressional Republic Navy. You fire anything bigger than a bottle rocket and we will glass the whole fucking moon. Do you read me?
— James S.A. Corey, Caliban's War
Her soft lips met mine over and over, scorching my soul as she gradually pulled back. "If I had known werewolves were such great kissers, I would've found one much sooner.
— Lisa Kessler, Harvest Moon
The moon was wide—too wide and too close. Mentally, Simon told the moon to stop being so close and bright and that it should just generally shut up with the mooniness.
— Cassandra Clare, The Fiery Trial
The ocean cradles the bloodied moon in its aquatic arms like a mother holds her crying babe.
— Moonshine Noire
The lovelorn came, too. The alone. The lunatics-they were brought here, sometimes. Got their name from the moon, it was only fair the moon had a chance to fix things.
— Neil Gaiman, Trigger Warning: Short Fictions and Disturbances
I realised that the moon was not a safe place. It knew a thousand ways to kill you if you were stupid, if you were careless, if you were lazy, but the real danger was the people around you. The moon was not a world, it was a submarine. Outside was death. I would be sealed in with these people. There was no law, no justice: there was only management. The moon was the frontier, but it was the frontier to nothing. There was nowhere to run.
— Ian McDonald
The taste of moon is like honey to all honeymooners, but after some years does the moon's scar make it bitter?
— Munia Khan
She turned, and saw a great white moon looking at her over the hill. And her breast opened to it, she was cleaved like a transparent jewel to its light. She stood filled with the full moon, offering herself. Her two breasts opened to make way for it, her body opened wide like a quivering anemone, a soft, dilated invitation touched by the moon.
— D.H. Lawrence, The Rainbow
The night became silver again; looking up, it was as if they saw the moon sailing through the clouds instead of the other way around; racing smoothly across the sky, passing puffs and wisps of cloud on either side, and yet never moving from its place.
— Susan Cooper, Over Sea, Under Stone
Nights would have been expressionlesshad it not been for the moon.The moon, I say, is a mood.
— Geetika Kohli, Yonder
The full Moon's light poured into the room like a stroke from a wide paintbrush...
— Peter Hammarberg, Antillia
The werewolf by the moon. The wererat by money. (Loup garou par la lune. - Rat garou par les thunes.)
— Charles de Leusse
How happy he must be, this Hobgoblin," exclaimed Sniff."He isn't a bit," replied Snufkin, "and he won't be until he finds the King's Ruby. It's almost as big as the black panther's head, and to look into it is like looking at leaping flames. The Hobgoblin has looked for the King's Ruby on all the planets including Neptune -- but he hasn't found it. Just now he has gone off to the moon to search in the craters, but he hasn't much hope of success, because in his heart of hearts the Hobgoblin believes that the King's Ruby lies in the sun, where he can never go because it is too hot.
— Tove Jansson, Finn Family Moomintroll
I looked up from my writing, And gave a start to see,As if rapt in my inditing, The moon's full gaze on me.
— Thomas Hardy, The Complete Poems
You may want to change the place or the direction of the Moon or you may do something more practical: You accept the Moon as it is!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
This is a dying fleck of love,about a drunken man, and a broken woman,taking steps into the woods,trying to remember the days,when the moon was full.
— Rachel Blattstein
If I spelled out the Principles of FaithI would be barking on the moon.
— Leonard Cohen, The Spice Box of Earth
The sun's down and the moon's pretty - it's time to ramble.
— Elvis Presley
The moon belongs to the lovers? Yes! But it also belongs to the lonely! It belongs to anyone who needs it!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
The squeak of oarlocks comes over the lake waterA woman's shriek assaults the earWhile above, in the sky, inured to everything,The moon looks on with a mindless leer("The Unknown Lady")
— Alexander Blok, The Silver Age of Russian Culture: An Anthology
Look at her good, Lily," she said, "'cause you're seeing the end of something.""I am?""Yes, you are, because as long as people have been on this earth, the moon has been a mystery to us. Think about it. She is strong enough to pull the oceans, and when she dies away, she always comes back again. My mama used to tell me Our Lady lived on the moon and that I should dance when her face was bright and hibernate when it was dark." August stared at the sky a long moment and then, turning toward the house, said, "Now it won't ever be the same, not after they've landed up there and walked around on her. She'll be just one more science project.
— Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees
I’ve always felt sorry for Mike Collins, driving all the way to the moon but not allowed out of the car to look around.
— Janet Turpin Myers, Nightswimming
The moon’s weird though, right? It’s there, and there, and then suddenly it’s not. And it seems to be pretty far up. Is it watching us? If not, what is it watching instead? Is there something more interesting than us? Hey, watch us moon! We may not always be the best show in the universe, but we try.
— Cecil Baldwin
The moon can never breathe, but it can take our breath away with the beauty of its cold, arid orb.
— Munia Khan
Aomame raised her glass to the moon and asked, “Have you gone to bed with someone in your arms lately?” The moon did not answer. “Do you have any friends?” she asked. The moon did not answer. “Don’t you get tired of always playing it cool?” The moon did not answer.
— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 BOOK 1
The moon knows,” is what he says, breath colored in liquor and a smile.Louis stares at him.“What are you talking about?”Another manic grin from Harry, and then he pulls him in again, his hand travelling to the side of Louis’ face, cradling his cheek.“The moon knows that we’re in love.
— Velvetoscar
The moon was a crescent, thin and sharp as the blade of a knife.
— George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons
Beyond the lake the waning moon has slowed,And stands there like a window open wideInto a hushed and brightly lit abodeWhere something dreadful has occurred inside.
— Anna Akhmatova, The Silver Age of Russian Culture: An Anthology
Wisdom of the Ages: Do the aliens on the moon pull down their pants and 'earth' their friends for fun?﻿
— Matthew D. Heines
The daemon wind died down, and the bloated, fungoid moon sank reddeningly in the west.
— H.P. Lovecraft
Everyone wants sunshine but sometimes Moon's light even help us while on the path of Life
— Samar Sudha
I am in the night of the stars.The moon is new and I see my way by focusing on the light given off by the Souls of the trees. The night air is thick and dark and sweet, like blueberries. It enters my nose and throat and ears to fill me up with its night magic.My ancestors are with me. They are in me. I can hear them. I felt them all day. My great grandmother, Lily Rose, came first. They will guide me with voices that flicker like lightening bugs, orange, hot, liquid glow in the moment.
— Sophia Rose, Liquid Me: Poetry and Prose
The moon rose, squatting in the strained blue.
— Janet Fitch, White Oleander
Bosch knew the dawn had nothing on the dusk. Dawn always came up ugly, as if the sun was clumsy and in a hurry. The dusk was smoother, the moon more graceful. Maybe it was because the moon was more patient. In life and nature, Bosch thought, darkness always waits.
— Michael Connelly, The Closers
The dude feels right fatherly. Takes her down to the crick to wash the underground off of her. Just can't bring himself to shoot her while she's filthy and starving. There's time. Offers her a cake of French-milled soap he brought all the way out from Chicago. Smells like gardenias if you know your flowers, and the dude does. Snow White knows something's skewed but she grabs it, strips off like it's nothing and climbs in the water. She don't shiver even though that stream has to be as cold as a wagon tire. The miner's crud comes off her in black ribbons. The duded watches another girl come out of the blind mole-skin she was walking around it. This one has muscles like a mountain cat and a kind of pretty he doesn't know what to do with. For fairness he'd take her stepmother six days and twice on Sunday. The beauty Snow White's got has nothing to do with him. She's scarred up and suspicious an 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?
— Catherynne M. Valente, Six-Gun Snow White
Before the use of asteroids, the only significators of the feminine in traditional chart interpretation were the Moon and Venus.
— Demetra George, Asteroid Goddesses: The Mythology, Psychology and Astrology of the Re-Emerging Feminine
Rose, the moon is incredible. Everything down on Earth relies on it. Rats jump for it. Tides rush out from it. Humans kiss under it. Without it there'd be nothing down there worth the light. And that just happened by chance -trillions of odd against it- one bit of stardust meets another bit of dust.
— Gareth Roberts, Doctor Who: I Am a Dalek
The moon should be colonised, I thought. Mankind should seek a happier beginning, and humans should be free to stroll hand in hand regardless of their weight and orientation.
— Rawi Hage, Carnival
I told the Moon...Stop pushing my wife around.
— Donnie Harold Harris
The sun sees your body, the moon sees your soul.
— Anonymous
Why is it always such a surprise? thinks Toby. The moon. Even though we know it's coming. Every time we see it, it makes us pause, and hush.
— Margaret Atwood, MaddAddam
Easy, man." He slowly turned and his dark eyes narrowed. "Don't mess up your house. Or my face. You like us both. We'll deal with how to handle this as soon as you calm down.
— Laurann Dohner, Moon
She dabbed at the surface of the water with one paw, and the moon fluttered like silver wings before settling again as the water stilled. Letting out a faint mrrow of wonder, Half Moon dabbed again and again. However often she disturbed the surface, the moon was still there.“It doesn’t give up, does it?” Half Moon blinked at Jayfeather. “It’s always there, constant like the stones in this cave. Maybe we should be like the moon’s reflection, holding fast whatever happens?
— Erin Hunter
You’re a dreamer, boy,” he said. “Your mind is on the moon, and from the looks of things, it’s nevergoing to be anywhere else. You have no ambitions, you don’t give a damn about money, and you’retoo much of a philosopher to have any feeling for art. What am I going to do with you? You needsomeone to look after you, to make sure you have food in your belly and a bit of cash in your pocket.Once I’m gone, you’ll be right back where you started.
— Paul Auster, Moon Palace
Far above him a few white clouds were racing windily after a pale gibbous moon. Drink all morning, they said to him, drink all day. This is life!
— Malcolm Lowry, Under the Volcano
Where is it?" I asked, willing him to tell me.He laughed suddenly, and I could hear the full-throated, grating sound of the white bear's laughter in it."East of the sun and west of the moon," he said.
— Edith Pattou, East
The one created thing which we cannot look at is the one thing in the light of which we look at everything. Like the sun at noonday, mysticism explains everything else by the blaze of its own victorious invisibility. Detached intellectualism is (in the exact sense of a popular phrase) all moonshine; for it is light without heat, and it is secondary light, reflected from a dead world. But the Greeks were right when they made Apollo the god both of imagination and of sanity; for he was both the patron of poetry and the patron of healing. Of necessary dogmas and a special creed I shall speak later. But that transcendentalism by which all men live has primarily much the position of the sun in the sky. We are conscious of it as of a kind of splendid confusion; it is something both shining and shapeless, at once a blaze and a blur. But the circle of the moon is as clear and unmistakable, as recurrent and inevitable, as the circle of Euclid on a blackboard. For the moon is utterly reasonable; and the moon is the mother of lunatics and has given to them all her name.
— G.K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy
The Moon is our local port opening to the universe; in the future, it's through that port we will sail our ships to the coastless oceans.
— Mehmet Murat ildan
He could understand that the creatures, the fish and the owls, should feed and frolic at moon-rise, at moon-down and at south-moon-over, for these were all plain marks to go by, direct and visible. He marvelled, padding on bare feet past the slat-fence of the clearing, that the moon was so strong that when it lay the other side of the earth, the creatures felt it and stirred by the hour it struck. The moon was far away, unseen, and it had power to move them.
— Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings, South Moon Under
The Chinese considered the moon to be yin, feminine and full of negative energy, as opposed to the sun that was yang and exemplified masculinity. I liked the moon, with its soft silver beams. It was at once elusive and filled with trickery, so that lost objects that had rolled into the crevices of a room were rarely found, and books read in its light seemed to contain all sorts of fanciful stories that were never there the next morning.
— Yangsze Choo, The Ghost Bride
The moon is your reminder that God is never-changing, and you can always depend on Him to hear your prayers.
— Tessa Emily Hall, Purple Moon
Once more and for the last time, the moon flashed above and broke into pieces, and then everything went black.
— Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita
The moon rose up that evening and shot her silver arrows at the house under the artu tree. The house was empty. Then the moon came across the sea and across the reef. She lit the lagoon to it's dark, dim heart. She lit the coral brains and sand spaces, and the fish casting their shadows on the sand and the coral. The keeper of the lagoon rose to greet her, and the fin of him broke her reflection on the mirror-like surface into a thousand glittering ripples. She saw the white staring ribs of the form on the reef. Then, peeping over the trees, she looked down into the valley, where the great stone idol had kept it's solitary vigil for five thousand years, perhaps, and more.At this base, in his shadow, looking as if under his protection, lay two human beings, naked, clasped in each other's arms and fast asleep. One could scarcely pity his vigil, had it been marked sometimes through the years by such an incident as this. The thing had been conducted just as the birds conduct their love affairs. An affair absolutely natural, absolutely blameless and without sin. A marriage according to Nature, without feasts or guests, consummated with accidental cynicism under the shadow of a religion a thousand years dead.
— Henry de Vere Stacpoole, The Blue Lagoon
Don’t punish moon, if sun is too hot on you.
— M.F. Moonzajer, A moment with God ; Poetry
The taste of moon's song.
— Cameron Conaway, Bonemeal
I can’t simulate you with moon, moon is fully naked and you are fully clothed.
— M.F. Moonzajer, A moment with God ; Poetry
I like to see you fully naked like the complete moon.
— M.F. Moonzajer, A moment with God ; Poetry
If there was a little shine of gold on the moon, the mankind would have been to the moon even in the 19th century!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
Again burst out that chant McKay had heard as he had floated through the mists upon the lake. Now, as then, despite his opened ears, he could distinguish no words, but clearly he understood its mingled themes - the joy of Spring's awakening, rebirth, with the green life streaming singing up through every bough, swelling the buds, burgeoning with tender leaves the branches; the dance of the trees in the scented winds of Spring; the drums of the jubilant rain on leafy hoods; passion of Summer sun pouring its golden flood down upon the trees; the moon passing with stately step and slow and green hands stretching up to her and drawing from her breast milk of silver fire; riot of wild gay winds with their mad pipings and strummings; - soft interlacing of boughs, the kiss of amorous leaves - all these and more, much more that McKay could not understand for it dealt with hidden, secret things for which man has no images.("The Women Of The Woods")
— Abraham Grace Merritt, Masters of Horror
So we baked and sweated together. I like punching the dough. I told myself it was the moon and punched it senseless.
— Susan Beth Pfeffer, Life As We Knew It
That’s the moon,’ I said.‘Gran likes it like that,’ said Lettie Hempstock.‘But it was a crescent moon yesterday. And now it’s full. And it was raining. It is raining. But now it’s not.’‘Gran likes the full moon to shine on this side of the house. She says it’s restful, and it reminds her of when she was a girl,’ said Lettie. ‘And you don’t trip on the stairs.
— Neil Gaiman
Science is going to build a base on the Moon! This is a very necessary and a very possible mission! Start and finish! Thousands of problems will arise in this mission, thousands of solutions will be found! Start and finish! Moon is a good hole to enter the blood vessels of the universe. Start and finish!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
They stood up and the world was totally different. The wheat was an onyx sea, ever moving in shadow. Above it the heavens were illuminated with the wink of stars and planets, the Milky Way like a giant streak of glimmer slashing across the sky.She was standing right next to him, awed by the beauty of the night sky and their tiny, tiny place in it. It seemed perfectly natural that he leaned down to gently press his lips to her temple. It wasn’t a kiss really, it was a consolation.“Take my hand,” he said.D.J. could see nothing as he unerringly led her through the darkened grain to the edge of the field.
— Pamela Morsi, Love Overdue
A stylized sun and moon, joined by a horizontal bar, floated above a country divided in two by a river that snaked between them.
— Alan McCluskey, The Reaches
The sun is an arrogant thing, always leaving the world behind when it tires of us.The moon is a loyal companion.It never leaves. It's always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Everyday it's a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.
— Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me
A southern moon is a sodden moon, and sultry. When it swamps the fields and the rustling sandy roads and the sticky honeysuckle hedges in its sweet stagnation, your fight to hold on to reality is like a protestation against a first waft of ether.
— Zelda Fitzgerald, Save Me the Waltz
...I'm shy in person - so afraid to confess my love - I need a go-between - our mutual friend, the Moon...
— John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
White in the moon the long road lies,The moon stands blank above;White in the moon the long road liesThat leads me from my love.Still hangs the hedge without a gust,Still, still the shadows stay:My feet upon the moonlit dustPursue the ceaseless way.The world is round, so travellers tell,And straight through reach the track,Trudge on, trudge on, 'twill all be well,The way will guide one back.But ere the circle homeward hiesFar, far must it remove:White in the moon the long road liesThat leads me from my love.
— A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad
She was prisoner to an old, forgotten god, kept from her home, probably never to see it again, and yet... the way she sat, poised, calm, clear like a full moon night, she seemed much happier than me, the witch who contained them all, the jailer with the magic key.
— Sarah Diemer, The Witch Sea
The wisdom of the Moon is greater than the wisdom of the Earth, because the Moon sees the universe closer than the Earth can see it!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
Neruda had his first dream, First meeting with the Moon and the Sun In sunny La Mancha, hiding in his heart,Where he learned how to sing like a nightingale.
— Dejan Stojanovic
When I review my travels among the astronauts, my mind's eye goes first to the Houston shopping mall where Alan Bean sat for hours after returning from space, just eating ice cream and watching the people swirl around him, enraptured by the simple yet miraculous fact they they were there and alive in that moment, and so was he.
— Andrew Smith, Moondust
Had (President) Kennedy turned to his advisers and wailed, "What can we beat the Russians at?" and if someone had cried "Backgammon!" at that point, Apollo would never have happened.
— Andrew Smith, Moondust
We think that tomorrow, unless we surrender, they may drop the moon on us." "You're joking.""Wish I was.
— Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things: Short Fictions and Wonders
Was Apollo worth all the effort and expense? If it had been about the Moon, the answer would be no, but it wasn't, it was about the Earth. The answer is yes. The only thing I can't see in all this is a rationale for going back. Unless we could find a way to take everyone.
— Andrew Smith, Moondust
New Song"For You, ManuelitaInside the HorizonSOMEONE WAS SINGING The voice Is not known WHERE DOES IT COME FROM Among the branches No one is to be seen The moon itself was an ear And one hears no sound However a star unnailed Has fallen into the pond THE HORIZON HAS CLOSED UP And there is no exit
— Vicente Huidobro, The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology
Apollo has something to teach us as we enter a new century of genetic modification, artificial intelligence, nanotechnology. It's a cautionary tale about that most fundamentally human of human tragedies .. wanting something so badly that you end up destroying it.
— Andrew Smith, Moondust
People like to make up stories about things they don’t understand, so there are over a thousand myths about the moon. One legend claims that on the surface is everything that was wasted here on Earth: misspent time, squandered wealth, broken vows, unanswered prayers, useless tears, all the leftover bits and pieces of countless shattered lives.If you believe in that sort of thing.
— Bob Thurber, Paperboy: A Dysfunctional Novel
She used to tell me that a full moon was when mysterious things happen and wishes come true.
— Shannon A. Thompson, November Snow
...I live with regrets - the bittersweet loss of innocence - the red track of the moon upon the lake - the inability to return and do it again...
— John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
Moon and SeaYou are the moon, dear love, and I the sea:The tide of hope swells high within my breast,And hides the rough dark rocks of life's unrestWhen your fond eyes smile near in perigee.But when that loving face is turned from me,Low falls the tide, and the grim rocks appear,And earth's dim coast-line seems a thing to fear.You are the moon, dear one, and I the sea.
— Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Victor Vigny: A monkey glances up and sees a banana, and that's as far as he looks. A visionary looks up and sees the moon.Conor Broekhart: Which resembles a giant banana.
— Eoin Colfer
...Neruda was right about all mysterious women - The moon lives in the lining of their skin...
— John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
The moon was coming slowly up over the hill in front of them. The countryside was bathed in light, pale and cold and silvery. Everything could be seen quite plainly, and Lotta and Jimmy thought it was just like daytime with the colours missing.
— Enid Blyton, Mr Galliano's Circus
...winter crescent resting in the high pine bough - you fly through the woods like a lone snow bird...
— John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
The weather appeared to have somewhat cleared up; the rain no longer fell, a fresh wind swept the streets, and the moon, now and then surrounded by dark clouds, now and then shining in full brilliancy, shed its rays, smooth and cold as blades of steel, upon the thousand pools of water lying in the hollows of the paving-stones. ("The Child Stealer")
— Erckmann-Chatrian, Reign of Terror Volume 2: Great Victorian Horror Stories
The dark, twisting clouds that had settled over Vendona’s streets seemed to open up and glide past the winking moon. The wind moaned slowly as it died while the trees began dancing with a melody only known to nature. The city became alive, and time raced forward as the sky warmed slightly. It was no longer snowing.
— Shannon A. Thompson, November Snow
I went home and tried to sleep, but couldn't, so I stared up at the moon, watching how it's trailing edge faded into darkness, so close to being full, but not quite there. A pregnant moon, Grandma called it. Full almost to bursting, and ready to give birth to something unthinkable.
— Neal Shusterman, Red Rider's Hood
Once an opportunist like Mickey, who took the argument when she jumped on some devastated wretch's machine and jackpotted that it was the "cash-ino's money" she was winning, Moon returned after her six month break with the view that the separation had somehow sweetened the honeypot. The sad reality, she quickly learned, was that she was not irreplaceable; as such, the Casino felt no compunction to welcome her back with multi-jackpots. Instead, it took her money everyday and did not once give her a jackpot so that she could say, "Ah. They missed me." Instead, all she could keep saying was, "Verr-y bed. Verr-y bed. Suck-ah all my money!
— Hope Barrett, Somebody Get Me A Hammer!!
So they drove again, Vivien sitting up and looking now, but as navigator only, letting the desert scratch its own thorny poetry on the enormous moon.
— Douglas Woolf, Wall to Wall
Wish on everything. Pink cars are good, especially old ones. And stars of course, first stars and shooting stars. Planes will do if they are the first light in the sky and look like stars. Wish in tunnels, holding your breath and lifting your feet off the ground. Birthday candles. Baby teeth.
— Francesca Lia Block
Wishing, like sipping a glass of punch, or pulling aside a bearskin rug in order to access a hidden trapdoor in the floor, is merely a quiet way to spend one's time before the candles are extinguished on one's birthday cake.
— Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can't Avoid
All paradises, all utopias are designed by who is not there, by the people who are not allow
— Toni Morrison
You should never wish for wishful thinking.
— Rachel Cohn, Dash & Lily's Book of Dares
Mortals always want something more- they wish for money, but what they're really after is to be carefree. Power when what they really want is control. Beauty when they want love. Sometimes they know it, sometimes they don't
— Jackson Pearce, As You Wish
consider the implications. We think we know what we want, but we can never really know until we've got it. And sometimes when we have, we discover we never really wanted it in the first place - but then it's too late
— Alexandra Potter, Be Careful What You Wish For
What you desire is what you want, what you have is what Allah wants.
— Nouman Ali Khan
And wishes, truly wishes, that she could say the same herself. Because hurting herself would be so much easier.
— Amy Efaw, After
The only wishes that will ever change you are the kind that may, at any moment, eat you whole.
— Janette Rallison, My Fair Godmother
Most people say if you tell a wish it won't come true. But I don't think wishes work like that. I don't believe there's some bad-tempered wish-fairy with a clipboard, checking off whether or not you've told...But it's a long shot I'll get my wish, so even if there is a fairy in charge of telling, it won't matter.'I wish everyone had the same chances,' I say. 'Because it stinks a big one that they don't. What about you? What did you wish for?''Grape soda.'I can't help smiling. 'You wished for grape soda?' He doesn't answer, and I pull my hand from my pocket. Taking one of his fluttering hands, I wrap his fingers tightly around a dollar. 'Wish granted, toad.'He takes off running and Dad runs after him.I close my eyes and make a new wish.I wish the refreshment stand has grape soda.
— Cynthia Lord, Rules
I am anti-social and have a dark personality. I have no redeeming qualties and nothing to offer, therefore I could never have what I wanted
— Novala Takemoto, Missin' (Novel)
That's coral!" she cried in astonishment. "We must be down in the deeps of the sea!"Well, wasn't that what you wanted?" said the trout. "I thought you wished you could see the sea!"I did," said Jane, looking very surprised. "But I never expected the wish to come true."Great oceans! Why bother to wish it then? I call that simply a waste of time. But come on! Mustn't be late for the party!
— P.L. Travers
the whole point of the wish business was to see to it that what the client got was exactly what he asked for and exactly what he didn't really want.
— Terry Pratchett, Eric
You don't always get what you wish for. Especially in Nazi Germany
— Markus Zusak
I finally had what I'd wantes all those years. Except now that I had it, i felt as empty as this unkempt pool I was dangling my legs into.
— Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner
If you have one wish, wish for everything to be exactly as it is. Then wait patiently for your wish to come true.
— Stephen Russell, Barefoot Doctor's Guide to the Tao: A Spiritual Handbook for the Urban Warrior
Michael, "I never expected the wish to come true."The Trout, "Great Oceans! Why bother to wish it, then? I call that simply a waste of time.
— P.L. Travers, Mary Poppins Opens the Door
Now that you know the wishing ways, you'll feel the wishes around you. They'll make you itchy, 'cause you know you can do something about them, but that ain't always the best idea.
— Sarah Zettel, Dust Girl
Xander could sense more than David's smile. He wished he could be more like that, easygoing. But then, David hadn't seen what Xander had seen.
— Robert Liparulo, House of Dark Shadows
(...)And what did I want? (...)A chance to sleep easy in my bed without fear. (...) There were old wants too, to be loved for who I was, not what I could do, to lie in a meadow with a boy's arms around me and WATCH THE WIND MOVE THE CLOUDS. (...)
— Leigh Bardugo, Ruin and Rising
If you ask, you shall receive what you desire.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
I put my pen to the paper and began to write. I’d made so many wishes for so many couples quietly in my head as they drove away, but writing the words out made it seem more real, possible. For them, and maybe for me.FOR YOU, I WISH FOR SECOND CHANCES.I folded it shut, then put it on the wall before I could change my mind, right above Jilly’s. As Michael Salem called out to her and she started his way, I crossed the backyard, moving toward the music. When I looked back at the wish wall from a distance, it was a sea of squares: I couldn’t even find mine among them. So many things we ask for, hope for, prayers put out into a world so wide: there was no way they could all be answered. But you had to keep asking. If you didn’t, nothing even had a chance of coming true.
— Sarah Dessen, Once and for All
You stop believing in wishes when the only one you want to make can never come true.
— Sarah Dessen, Once and for All
I knew the power of a single wish, after all. Invisible and inevitable, like a butterfly that beats its wings in one corner of the globe and with that single action changes the weather halfway across the world.
— Alice Hoffman, The Ice Queen
Sometimes, God doesn’t make things happen in a sudden, but for a reason!
— Ernest Agyemang Yeboah
If you follow your heart, you will find harmony.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
God’s reaction towards things is different from ours and He wishes that our reaction will line up with His
— Sunday Adelaja
If I could grant wishes do you think I would be driving a cab?
— Neil Gaiman, American Gods
It is not as if I want to be a princess. Since I was four years old I've spent every birthday, shooting star, wishbone, and lost eyelash wishing I did not have to be a princess!
— Mili Fay, Warriors of Virtue Epic YA Fantasy Series Episode 1: Text Edition
Stop waiting and start working. Stop wishing and start walking.
— Israelmore Ayivor, 101 Keys To Everyday Passion
If the wishes came true, they came true in terrible ways. Wishes were dangerous things. That was the idea you got from fairy tales.
— Kate DiCamillo, Raymie Nightingale
The pink-haired boy is scared, so incredibly scared - only the thing you've most wished for can scare you in that way.
— David Levithan, Two Boys Kissing
I had rather face wild beasts and diseases than the perils of civilization."There is a proverb, which Tom was kind enough not to voice: be careful what you wish for. Unfortunately, not only did I get it, but so did those around me.
— Marie Brennan, The Voyage of the Basilisk
You can have your wishes but you must work.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
So long as you have life, you can pursue your dream.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
What wish did you grant me?" Lolly asked. "I can't tell you," the little girl said very seriously. "But if you believe, it will come true.
— Viola Shipman, The Charm Bracelet
Wishes are held to be ominous; according to which belief the order of the world is so arranged that if you have an impious objection to a squint, your offspring is more likely to be born with one; also, that if you happen to desire a squint, you would not get it. This desponding view of probability the hopeful entirely reject, taking their wishes as good and sufficient security for all kinds of fulfilment.
— George Eliot
We've stopped in front of Notre-Dame again. I point at the familiar star and clear my throat. "Wanna make another wish?""You go first." He's watching me, puzzled, like he's trying to figure something out. He bites his thumbnail.This time I can't help it. All day long, I've thought about it. Him. Our s
— Stephanie Perkins, Anna and the French Kiss
For years Melody had been making the same wish on every birthday candle, eyelash, wishbone, and shooting star that came her way, and now it had finally come true.
— Sarah Weeks, Honey
But I knew that, both in fairyland and the real world, too, wishes were a slipperier things.
— Karen Joy Fowler
We'll be together. We both got our Point Zéro wishes — each other. He said he wished for me every time. He was wishing for me when I entered the tower.
— Stephanie Perkins, Anna and the French Kiss
Daisy pulled away from Swift’s grasp. “You’ve changed,” she said, trying to collect herself. “You haven’t,” he replied. It was impossible to tell whether the remark was intended as compliment or criticism. “What were you doing at the well?” “I was…I thought…” Daisy searched in vain for a sensible explanation, but could think of nothing. “It’s a wishing well.” His expression was solemn, but there was a suspicious flicker in his vivid blue eyes as if he were secretly amused. “You have this on good authority, I take i
— Lisa Kleypas, Scandal in Spring
Ironically,” she commented, “this will be the first time I’ve ever done anything to please my father.” With a sympathetic murmur, Matthew gathered Daisy close against him. He knew her father as well as anyone, having become well acquainted with the man’s tempers, his self-absorption, his impossible standards. And yet he understood what it had required for Bowman to build a great fortune from scratch, the sacrifices he’d had to make. Bowman had discarded everything that would have gotten in the way of achieving his goals. Including closeness with his wife and children. For the first time it occurred to Matthew that Bowman and his family would benefit from someone acting as a mediator, to ease their communications with each other. If such a thing were in his power, he would find a way to do it. “You,” he whispered in Daisy’s hair, “are the best thing he’s ever done. Someday he’ll realize that.” He felt her smile against his skin. “I doubt it. But it’s nice of you to say so. You don’t have to be concerned on that account, you know. I reconciled myself to the way he was a long time ago.” Once again Matthew was taken unaware by the extent of the feelings she inspired in him, his own limitless desire to fill her with happiness. “Whatever you need,” he whispered, “Whatever you want, I’ll get it for you. Just tell me.” Daisy stretched comfortably, a pleasant shiver running through her limbs. She touched his lips with her fingers, tracing the smoothness. “I want to know what your five-dollar wish was for.” “Is that all?” He smiled beneath her exploring fingertips. “I wished you would find someone who wanted you as much as I did. But I knew it wouldn’t come true.” The candlelight slid over Daisy’s delicate features as she raised her head to look at him. “Why not?” “Because I knew no one could ever want you as much as I do.” Daisy levered herself farther over him until her hair tumbled in a dark curtain around them both. “What was your wish?” Matthew asked, combing his fingers through the fall of shimmering hair. “That I could find the right man to marry.” Her tender smile stopped his heart. “And then you appeared.
— Lisa Kleypas, Scandal in Spring
I make wishes, but she says never be afraid to take chances.
— Delano Johnson, Rare Images of Love
You can get what you want.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
You have to work for what you want.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Make a wish,” Oliver said, gesturing to the upturned cup, “and turn it clockwise three times.
— Danika Stone, Intaglio: Dragons All The Way Down
When dark, it's bright, when brightest, it's gone. When gone for good, so will I be.What am I?
— Avi
You can posses what you desire.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Pearls of  Wisdom: Great  mind
I close my eyes and dream, because wishes are out of my reach. They require hope. Dreams do not; they are fueled by the unreal, the forbidden, the things that will not ever exist in this world.
— Sarah Fine, Of Dreams and Rust
You want some sweet and lovely things, Tessa, but be careful. Other people can't always give you what you want.
— Jenny Downham, Before I Die
A while ago, I wished upon a shooting star that one day I’d find someone to love…and now holding you in my arms makes me realize that wishes really do come true,
— Sherry Soule, Smash Into You
If you are a writer May words twirl around your place If you are a dreamer, May visions placate your days with solaceIf you are a lover May fragrant freedom grace your daysIf you are a visionaryMay the hues of rainbow seep into your ways
— Balroop Singh
If we put aside the practicality, we may find our wishes to be very innocent.
— Anuradha Bhattacharyya, The Road Taken
Wanting and wishing are very different
— Jonathan Friesen, Both of Me
Old habits never die. And when you've once been in the business of granting wishes, the impulse never quite leaves you
— Joanne Harris, Chocolat
I wish for world peace, because it's about as likely to occur anything else I can wish for.
— A.S. King, Please Ignore Vera Dietz
Every fulfilled wish we wrest from the world is really like alms that keep the beggar alive today so that he can starve again tomorrow.
— Arthur Schopenhauer, The World as Will and Representation, Vol 1
All wishes are best granted metaphorically. Metaphors are much easier to see than the real thing.
— Rachael McKay, The Bagman
My mother buys a handful of wishing beans, which just seem to be white, dry beans with no specific magickal import. She will parse these out over the months when she feels her family members most need a wish. She can believe in wishes, since it is the familiar magic of wells, birthdays, and first stars.
— Thomm Quackenbush, Pagan Standard Times: Essays on the Craft
The birds in the sky can never great the king yet their beauty gives the king to stare at them endlessly, wishing to be with them in the sky.
— Auliq Ice
I have enough patient to wait for the fulfillment of my wishes.
— Lailah Gifty Akita