Quotes about Moon
My fellow, you strike me at present as being situated in the moon, kingdom of dream, province of illusion, capital: Soap-Bubble.
— Victor Hugo
We tap our toes to chaste love songs about the silvery moon without recognizing them as hymns to copulation.
— Barbara Kingsolver
Are there no Moravians in the Moon, that not a missionary has yet visited this poor pagan planet of ours to civilize civilization and Christianize Christendom?
— Herman Melville
It was the call of workers who organized; women who reached for the ballot; a President who chose the moon as our new frontier; and a King who took us to the mountain top and pointed the way to the Promised Land. Yes we can!
— Barack Obama
We're only what we are: a woman cycling with the moon, and a tribe of men trying to have sex with the sky.
— Barbara Kingsolver
When shadows take flight and the moon turns away from the stars, the raven delivers divine law
— Beth Hoffman
Whenever I began to question whether God exists, I looked up to the sky and surely there, right there, between the sun and moon, stands my grandmother, singing a long meter hymn, a song somewhere between a moan and a lullaby and I know faith is the evidence of things unseen. And all I have to do is continue trying to be a Christian.
— Maya Angelou
The sun stood still and the moon stopped, until the nation took vengeance on its enemies. Joshua 10:13
— Beth Moore
How can the sun and the moon praise God as the prophet exhorts them to do? By perfectly carrying out the role God has given them. Thus they render Him great praise. Behold, therefore, a wonderful means by which you can praise God all day: do your duty and whatever else you are given to do well.
— St. Jerome
The unstable estimates of men crowd to him whose mind is filled with a truth, as the heaped waves of the Atlantic follow the moon.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
I think that this is what God must look like: an egg. The life of the moon may not be on the surface, but inside.
— Margaret Atwood
There's a moon now, almost full. Good luck for owls; bad luck for rabbits, who often choose to cavort riskily but sexily in the moonlight, their brains buzzing with pheromones.
— Margaret Atwood