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Moon Quotes - Page 51

Today my winged horse is coming and I am carrying you off to the moon and on the moon we will eat rose petals.

Today my winged horse is coming and I am carrying you off to the moon and on the moon we will eat rose petals.

Shirley Jackson (2010). “Novels and Stories: The Lottery, The Haunting of Hill House, We Have Always Lived in the Castle, Other Stories and Sketches”

The wind is the moon's imagination wandering.

Saul Williams (2009). “, said the shotgun to the head.”, p.18, Simon and Schuster

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.

Sara Teasdale, William Drake (1984). “Mirror of the Heart: Poems of Sara Teasdale”, MacMillan Publishing Company

The moving moon went up the sky, And nowhere did abide: Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (2015). “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (Illustrated Edition): The Most Famous Poem of the English literary critic, poet and philosopher, author of Kubla Khan, Christabel, Lyrical Ballads, Conversation Poems, Biographia Literaria, Anima Poetae, Aids to Reflection”, p.37, e-artnow

Modern writers are the moons of literature; they shine with reflected light, with light borrowed from the ancients.

James Boswell, Samuel Johnson, Edmond Malone (1824). “The life of Samuel Johnson, LL. D., comprehending an account of his studies, and numerous works, in chronological order: a series of his epistolary correspondence and conversations with many eminent persons; and various original pieces of his composition, never before published; the whole exhibiting a view of literature and literary men in Great Britain, for near half a century during which he flourished”, p.318

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

Jalāl al-Dīn Rūmī (Maulana), Jelaluddin Rumi, Kabir Helminski, Andrew Harvey (2005). “The Rumi Collection: An Anthology of Translations of Mevlâna Jalâluddin Rumi”, p.84, Shambhala Publications

Strange is the night where black stars rise, And strange moons circle through the skies

Robert W. Chambers (2016). “The Maker of Moons”, p.233, Robert W. Chambers

We ran as if to meet the moon.

Robert Frost (2013). “Delphi Works of Robert Frost (Illustrated)”, p.20, Delphi Classics