All Quotes By Tag: Moon

“Moon Can’t be alive in front of Sun’s Eye..”

“Everything we hold will soon elapse,as we’ll sleep through one dreamless night;but rising again to this dream, whether we’ll behiding behind our darkness or this borrowed light?- Thou little fool”

“Everything we hold will soon elapse,as we’ll sleep through one dreamless night;but rising again to this dream, whether we’ll behiding behind our darkness or this borrowed light?”- Thou little fool”

“In the time that man has been here there is one thing that all have seen and gazed upon in wonder. Luna.”

“When the moon is at its best and the sun at its worst, you have a hard time finding where’s the nest and where’s the bird!”

“I See the string of Time, surrendered on the wings of Neptune’s birth, where the half-moon proclaims the divinity’s song with the rise of Maghrib- Saqib Abraham”

“And at the end of the night, they realized how important those little stars were, which they ignored while adoring the beauty of the moon whole night.”

“We both wondered whether these contradictions that one can’t avoid if one begins to think of time and space may not really be proofs that the whole of life is a dream, and the moon and stars bits of nightmare.”

“On a long flight, after periods of crisis and many hours of fatigue, mind and body may become disunited until at times they seem completely different elements, as though the body were only a home with which the mind has been associated but by no means bound. Consciousness grows independent of the ordinary senses. You see without assistance from the eyes, over distances beyond the visual horizon. There are moments when existence appears independent even of the mind. The importance of physical desire and immediate surroundings is submerged in the apprehension of universal values.For unmeasurable periods, I seem divorced from my body, as though I were an awareness spreading out through space, over the earth and into the heavens, unhampered by time or substance, free from the gravitation that binds to heavy human problems of the world. My body requires no attention. It’s not hungry. It’s neither warm or cold. It’s resigned to being left undisturbed. Why have I troubled to bring it here? I might better have left it back at Long Island or St. Louis, while the weightless element that has lived within it flashes through the skies and views the planet. This essential consciousness needs no body for its travels. It needs no plane, no engine, no instruments, only the release from flesh which circumstances I’ve gone through make possible.Then what am I – the body substance which I can see with my eyes and feel with my hands? Or am I this realization, this greater understanding which dwells within it, yet expands through the universe outside; a part of all existence, powerless but without need for power; immersed in solitude, yet in contact with all creation? There are moments when the two appear inseparable, and others when they could be cut apart by the merest flash of light.While my hand is on the stick, my feet on the rudder, and my eyes on the compass, this consciousness, like a winged messenger, goes out to visit the waves below, testing the warmth of water, the speed of wind, the thickness of intervening clouds. It goes north to the glacial coasts of Greenland, over the horizon to the edge of dawn, ahead to Ireland, England, and the continent of Europe, away through space to the moon and stars, always returning, unwillingly, to the mortal duty of seeing that the limbs and muscles have attended their routine while it was gone.”

“moonlight the falsest the most languid the most petit-bourgeoisstrikes meI like it”

“The moon stays beautiful with its cratersSo why then are you afraid of your scars?”

“Before I met you, all I could see was a black hole.Now the nights are full of bright shining stars whispering your name into a constellation.”

“She is like the white skies, the shine, the sun and its rhyme.While he is the darkness that blinds,the moon, the wolf in mysterious confines.”

“At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon.”

“I swear that girl was born with a pen in her hand, the moon in her hair and stars in her soul.”