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Words could be quite enough for magic to occur, when the night was warm enough and the moon waxing.

Yesterday, Amelia and Kit came over for supper, and we took a blanket down to the beach afterward to watch the moon rise. Kit loves to do that, but she always falls asleep before it is fully rise, and I carry her home to Amelia's house. She is certain she'll be able to stay awake all night as soon as she's five.

Yet above all these hangs the moon as our proof, between our legs runs honey and blood. She teaches us in dreams.

You are a beautiful and wonderful soul. Recognise and illuminate it.

you are here. the moontides are here. and that’s all that matters.

You are my first and last light, of my day and my night.

You are my sacred moon. You are my tree.

You are the Moon who cannot see her own beauty. Let me be the Ocean and show you your own beautiful reflection!

You are the Moon who comes in the night. I am the Mountain who waits for you the whole day. And finally when night arrives, you heal me!

You be the sun, I'll be the moon, let's share the stars and dance in the sky.

You could wish for brighter moonlit skies But from a fair distance, they all look pretty much like mere streetlights.

You may want to change the place or the direction of the Moon or you may do something more practical: You accept the Moon as it is!

You don’t need a sad soul to feel the beauty of a dead grave Just stay with the pale moon when darkness wants the night to be brave

You have no control over how your story begins or ends. But by now, you should know that all things have an ending. Every spark returns to darkness. Every sound returns to silence. And every flower returns to sleep with the earth. The journey of the sun and moon is predictable. But yours, is your ultimate ART.

You know how the Eclipse of the sun shows it? Christ's strength eclipses your powerlessness in God's likeness, and there is total darkness on your weakness.

You must be a myth that your lover can't grasp and you must chase the moon like a wolf in the night, as if it will show you something only you can understand. Everything you do is a ritual that can mean something more and you must connect and create bonds with the spirits both outer and inner. Seek the strange and mysterious, otherworldly explanations for yourself and things around. There is always more. Always more. Nothing is ordinary, and you must make love to him like his touch is your salvation. You must dare to love and lose and hear your heart break into a million little pieces, glittering like diamonds in the night. Don’t run into hiding when the rain hits us like planets shot down to see who wants to survive the most for you want to survive the most and you must not hide from madness. You must love and live and write like you're obsessed and possessed. Go mad for what you believe in.

You don’t have to pay the sun to rise, the moon to shine, and the stars to glow.

Your fragrance wafts into the spaces between my breaths While I keep staring at the sky every night The stars and the moon asked me your name And I just blushed and smiled...

You’re a dreamer, boy,” he said. “Your mind is on the moon, and from the looks of things, it’s never going to be anywhere else. You have no ambitions, you don’t give a damn about money, and you’re too much of a philosopher to have any feeling for art. What am I going to do with you? You need someone to look after you, to make sure you have food in your belly and a bit of cash in your pocket. Once I’m gone, you’ll be right back where you started.

Your eyes have the colour of the moon,

Your tenderness has pervaded into the very pore of my being. Last night I inhaled the fragrance of the moon!

You should be more careful when you move, my dear what with you... spilling moonlight into my poem, with a mere flick of your hand.

You said: "Wait for the moon with me." I stayed. I waited. The moon never came.

You told me mornings were the best time to break your own heart. So here I am, smoking your brand of cigarettes for the scent. I wonder if you still sing Beatles songs as you make coffee. You said your mother used to sing them to you when you couldn’t sleep, nineteen years before we met, twenty before you moved your clothes out of our closet while I was at work. By the way, I hate you for leaving all the photographs on the fridge. Taking them down felt like peeling off new scabs, like slapping a sunburn. I spent so many nights carving your body into pillows, I can promise you nothing feels like sleeping with your arm around me and your breath in my ear. Still, it’s comforting to know we sleep under the same moon, even if she’s so much older when she gets to me. I like to imagine she’s seen you sleeping and wants me to know you’re doing well.

You think me noble?” She rolled to her side facing him. “Am I saint-like? Do I slay dragons and hang the moon as well?

You weren't using the moon for anything. Only some long-term robot storage.

You were the sun to my moon. But to you? I was just another celestial body in a sky full of stars.

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

According to the oral tradition of Witches, we were once the priests and priestesses of a peasant Pagan religion. Members of this secret sect met at night beneath the full moon, for these were the "misfits" and "outcasts" who did not fit into mainstream society. Little has changed over the centuries and the Witchcraft community still embraces individuals frequently rejected in mainstream society. These include gays, lesbians, transgendered individuals, and other people with the courage to live their lives authentically in accord with who they are inside their hearts, minds, and spirits.

1/r^2 has a nasty singularity at r=0, but it did not bother Newton-the Moon is far enough.

A black cat among roses, phlox, lilac-misted under a quarter moon, the sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock. The garden is very still. It is dazed with moonlight, contented with perfume.

A change of fortune hurts a wise man no more than a change of the moon.

A conservative is a man who will not look at the new moon out of respect for that 'ancient institution' the old one.

A country so rich that it can send people to the moon still has hundreds of thousands of its citizens who can't read. That's terribly troubling to me.

Admit something. Everyone you see, you say to them "Love me." Of course you do not do this out loud: Otherwise, Someone would call the cops. Still, though, think about this, This great pull in us to connect. Why not become the one Who lives with a full moon in each eye That is always saying, With that sweet moon Language What every other eye in this world Is dying to Hear?

Adolf Hitler is probably the last of the great adventurer-conquerors in the tradition of Alexander, Caesar and Napoleon, and the Third Reich the last of the empires which set out on the path taken earlier by France, Rome and Macedonia. The curtain was rung down on that phase of history, at least, by the sudden invention of the hydrogen bomb, of the ballistic missile and of rockets that can be aimed to hit the moon.

Adam was a super being when God created him...he had dominion over the fowls of the air which means he used to fly...well of course how could you have dominion over the birds and not be able to do what they do. Adam flew into space, with one thought he would be on the moon.

A drop of water has the tastes of the water of the seven seas: there is no need to experience all the ways of worldly life. The reflections of the moon on one thousand rivers are from the same moon: the mind must be full of light.

A finger points at the moon, but the moon is not at the tip of the finger. Words points at the truth, but the truth is not in words.

After a few mouthfuls of moon-flavored air, even the stubbornly drowsy can find themselves wide-eyed.. All the normal noises of life were gone, leaving behind the secretive sounds, the shy sounds, the whispers and conversations of moss disputing with grass over some soft piece of earth, or the hummingbird snoring.

After a lustre of the moon, we say We have not the need of any paradise, We have not the need of any seducing hymn.

After all the thousand times I’ve told you I love you, how could you let one word break your faith in me?...I could see it in your eyes, that you honestly believed that I didn’t want you anymore. The most absurd, ridiculous concept—as if there were any way that I could exist without needing you!

After all, for mankind as a whole there are no exports. We did not start developing by obtaining foreign exchange from Mars or the moon. Mankind is a closed society.

A good heart is the sun and the moon; or, rather, the sun and not the moon, for it shines bright and never changes.

After three years down here, I've not learned too much. But one thing I do know is that our bellies aren't big enough for revenge. It turns sour and eats you up. We'll get out, but we'll get out for the sun, the moon, and mothers, not for small-souled enemies, though we'll deal with them when we get there.

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

Ah, pray no mistake, We are not shy; We're very wide awake The Moon and I.

A heavenly location for the actions of the savior gods, including the death of Christ, would also have been influenced by most religions' ultimate derivation from astrotheology, as in the worship of the sun and moon. For this dimension of more remote Christian roots, see the books of Acharya S, especially 'Suns of God.

Ah, the feeling you get holding a diamond in your hand! It seems to bore into your skin, to burn, to breathe. It's like holding a bit of the moon in your hand.

Al is on the surface. And it's been a long way, but we're here.