The Moon Quotes

“Don’t ever stray from yourself, in order to be close to someone that doesn’t have the courtesy to remind you of your worth, or the integrity of a gentleman to walk you home.”
― Shannon L. Alder

“Sweet Crescent Moon, up in the sky,
Won't you sing your song to Earth as she passes by?
Your sweetest silver melody, a rhythm and a ryme,
A lullaby of pleasant dreams as you make your climb.
Send the forests off to bed, the mountains tuck in tight,
Rock the ocean gently, and the deserts kiss goodnight.
Sweet Crescent Moon, up in the sky,
You sing your song so sweetly after sunshine passes by.”
― Marissa Meyer, Stars Above

“purple threaded evening. a torn goddess laying on the roof. milk sky. lavender hued moan against hot asphalt. the thickness of evening presses into your throat. polaroids taped to the ceiling. ivy pouring out of the cracks in the wall. i found my courage buried beneath molding books and forgot to lock the door behind me. the old house never forgets. opened my mouth and a dandelion fell out. reached behind my wisdom teeth and found sopping wet seeds. pulled all of my teeth out just to say i could. he drowned himself in a pill bottle and the orange really brought out his demise. lay me down on a bed of ground spices. there’s a song there, i know it. amethyst geode eyes. cracked open. no one saw it coming.
october never loved you.
the moon still doesn’t understand that.”
― Taylor Rhodes, calloused: a field journal

“The birds, the moon and the clouds have an important mission: To make mankind turn their eyes towards the skies! And so man can leave his own little local world and focus on something bigger, the universe!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Lewis gazed at the moon and then to Wren and once more at the moon and back to Wren, realizing, startlingly, he could not tell the two entities apart.”
― Emily Habeck, Shark Heart

“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

“Oh. My. God.’ she said, pointing out of the window. ‘Do you know what that is?’

I nodded and said, ‘I think I may have seen it before.’

‘That,’ said Florida, ‘is the Moonyouidiot.”
― Frank Cottrell Boyce

“Because the moon feels loved, she lets our eyes
follow her across the field, stepping
from her clothes, strewn silk
glinting in furrows. Feeling loved, the moon loves
to be looked at, swimming
all night across the river.”
― Anne Michaels, Skin Divers

“Science has robbed the sun and moon of magic, leaving a spotted ball of gasses and a dead crater-pocked world in place of gold god and silver queen: a poor trade. Worse, men and women no longer live by intuition, but by ideas. The chittering dictums of the head and the will block out the spontaneous voices of the blood and the impulse. . . . Deprived of the rhythm of savage song, the meaning of the animal yell, we exist for the mechanical screak of steel on steel . . . .
We must get back “in touch.”
― Sylvia Plath

“it's a fine moon', she repeated”
― Haruki Murakami

“the moon is like a floating silver hell
a song of adolescent ivory.”
― E.E. Cummings, Collected Poems

“From the Moon's surface, the Earth is but a tiny, blue teardrop in the inky blackness of space.”
― Stewart Stafford

“The Moon is a wise man, not an intellectual, because the Moon does not bore us like a chattering intellectual, it quietly observes the Earth, listens and thinks!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“The invention of the light bulb has greatly reduced the number of times we look at, and therefore the number of times we think about, the moon and the stars.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon,
Irrecoverably dark, total Eclipse
Without all hope of day!
O first created Beam, and thou great Word,
Let there be light, and light was over all;
Why am I thus bereav'd thy prime decree?
The Sun to me is dark
And silent as the Moon,
When she deserts the night
Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.”
― John Milton, Samson Agonistes

“Once she started awake to a sound like the low roll of drums, and to the south she saw an endless congregation of antelope that moved across the nighted plain, raising a cloud of dust behind them that swallowed the stars and turned the moon rusty brown as a scrape of ruined iron. Near dawn, in that darkest hour, she raised her head again and saw to the north the passage of sails. They hovered across the deep like a parade of phantom cavaliers tilted upon hellish steeds. They passed in waves, ranks upon ranks of ghostly warlords bent toward the coming dawn as if to impale the sun itself and set it atop a spike in the blackened sky.”
― A.S. Peterson, Fiddler's Green

“Le Havre-de-Grâce lay cornered by the Atlantic and the river Seine. A humble city, low and flat, and unremarkable save for its cathedral; its minaret overlooked the port like an artificial moon scaffolded into the sky.”
― A.S. Peterson, Fiddler's Green

“Soon our culture's oldest dreams will be made real. Even the thought of sending a kind of flying craft to the moon is no longer nothing more than a child's fantasy. At this moment in the cities below us, the first mechanical men are being constructed that will have the capability to pilot the ship on its maiden voyage. But no one has asked if this dream we've had for so long will lose its value once it's realized. What will happen when those mechanical men step out of their ship and onto the surface of this moon, which has served humanity for thousands of years as our principal icon of love and madness? When they touch their hands to the ground and perform their relentless analyses and find no measurable miracles, but a dead gray world of rocks and dust? When they discover that it was the strength of millions of boyhood daydreams that kept the moon aloft, and that without them that murdered world will fall, spiraling slowly down and crashing into the open sea?”
― Dexter Palmer, The Dream of Perpetual Motion

“She is mad, and I am sane. To speak to her, even the first word, would be an acknowledgement and an acceptance of her madness, and from there I would have no choice but to follow her down the hole until both of us would be here alone in this ship among the clouds, endlessly circling the earth, our needs carefully ministered to by mechanical men, howling ourselves hoarse and counting off the ticks of the clock before the moon falls out of the sky.”
― Dexter Palmer, The Dream of Perpetual Motion

“You were
moon's eye to me
pull and grained and mantling' - Praise Song For My Mother by Charlotte Mew”
― Charlotte Mew

“A difference exists who really makes a difference.”
― Petra Hermans

“But don’t give me, if I can’t have the dress,
a trip to Greenland, or grim
trip to the moon. The moon should come here. Let him
make the trip down, spread on my dark floor some dim
marvel, and if a success
that I stoop to pick up and wear,
I could ask nothing more.”
― Marianne Moore, Complete Poems

“The moon is a cadaver and a dusty mummy and a damned rotten investment.”
― Carl Sandburg, Selected Poems

“Mauve took in the scenery of the well-lit night. The moon’s rays highlighted the crashing waves below the cliff.
“The moon is so silver and full tonight,” she commented.
She didn’t know how to offer comfort to Jenay. As a mother, her heart must be breaking too for her son, who was so far away on foreign soil.
A thought hit her. “Perhaps Oshki is looking at the same moon tonight.”
Jenay turned her head, her dark, amber eyes pools of tears. She reached out and grasped Mauve’s hand. Mauve held her mother-in- law’s hand firmly.
“What a comforting thought.” A slight smile twitched at Jenay’s lips, and she turned to look fully out the glass.”
― Jenny Knipfer, Silver Moon

“Illumination is the essence while darkness is the matrix.”
― Wald Amberstone

“If you could only see
Tonight’s moonrise over Rio
Then you would understand
Just why my heart aches so

Christ the Redeemer
Can’t even compare
To the spectacular wonder
Climbing high over there

So far above me
So out of reach
Lighting the city
Lighting the beach

With a heavenly glow
With God only knows
Endless beauty to behold
Moonrise over Rio”
― A.D. Aliwat, In Limbo

“If you can see the moon, you can gaze at her and blow her a kiss.”
― Deborah Blake, The Everyday Witch's Coven: Rituals and Magic for Two or More

“The sun made me see it. The moon made me do it.”
― Leo Lourdes, A World of Yoga: 700 Asanas for Mindfulness and Well-Being

“Violet looked up at the perfectly full moon. Just a big dead rock floating there doing nothing. But it never ceased to be beautiful somehow. Maybe that’s what makes it beautiful, she considered. It’s not trying to be something it’s not. Earth, on the other hand, was straining pretty hard, always scrambling to remake itself in the image of some sci-fi dystopia from the golden age of ersatz coffee and mutton chop sideburns. When will it be enough?”
― Cliff Jones Jr., Dreck

“If I was a betting man, I would bet every cent that the moon will have microplastics all over the moon.”
― Anthony T. Hincks