lunar phase Quotes

The moon is fat and the night air is so pure it seems edible.

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

To-night when the full-bellied moon swallows the stars. Grant that I know.

a full moon is a flashlight so everyone can see your drama!

The moon is such a planet, I can’t even stand it. What else is it if it’s not a planet?

There's the moon trying to look romanticMoon's too old that's her troubleAren't we all?

The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right, White as a knuckle and terribly upset. It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quiet With the O-gape of complete despair. I live here.

That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon.

Sometimes in the afternoon sky the moon would pass white as a cloud, furtive, lusterless, like an actress who does not have to perform yet and who, from the audience, in street clothes, watches the other actors for a moment, making herself inconspicuous, not wanting anyone to pay attention to her.

Look at that moon. Potato weather for sure.

The new moon rode high in the crown of the metropolis. Shinin', like "Who on top of this?

The moon was a sharply defined crescent and the sky was perfectly clear. The stars shone with such fierce, contained brilliance that it seemed absurd to call the night dark.

Perhaps the crescent moon smiles in doubt at being told that it is a fragment awaiting perfection.

The moon, like to a silver bow new bent in heaven.

The moon is swimming naked and the summer night is fragrant with a mighty expectation of relief.

One must use the night.

Moon, worn thin to the width of a quill,/ In the dawn clouds flying,/ How good to go, light into light, and still/ Giving light, dying.

The view of the moon that we've been having recently is really spectacular. It fills about three-quarters of the hatch window, and of course we can see the entire circumference even though part of it is in complete shadow and part of it is in earthshine. It's a view worth the price of the trip.

A naked moon stood in a naked sky.

The moon is nothing But a circumambulating aphrodisiac Divinely subsidized to provoke the world Into a rising birth-rate

The moon hung over the planet Earth, a dead thing over a dying thing.

It was a full moon and, shining on all the snow, it made everything almost as bright as day -- only the shadows were rather confusing.

Such a slender moon, going up and up, Waxing so fast from night to night, And swelling like an orange flower-bud, bright, Fated, methought, to round as to a golden cup, And hold to my two lips life's best of wine.