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Where did you live before you came here?" I asked. "The moon," he said smoothly. "We left because the place had no atmosphere.

Where is it?" I asked, willing him to tell me. He laughed suddenly, and I could hear the full-throated, grating sound of the white bear's laughter in it. "East of the sun and west of the moon," he said.

Which side was I on? There was no time to search for answers. All I could do now was ride on a werewolf's back, toward a destiny as hidden as the dark side of the moon.

While chasing the moon that was about to set, she missed the sunrise.

...Whitey's on the moon

White-crested waves crash on the shore. The masts sway violently, every which way. In the gray sky the gulls are circling like white flakes. Rain squalls blow past like gray slanting sails, and blue gaps open in the sky. The air brightens. A cold silvery evening. The moon is overhead, and down below, in the water; and all around it-a wide frame of old, hammered, scaly silver. Etched on the silver-silent black fishing boats, tiny black needles of masts, little black men casting invisible lines into the silver. And the only sounds are the occasional plashing of an oar, the creaking of an oarlock, the springlike leap and flip-flop of a fish. ("The North")

Why doesn’t anyone go to the moon anymore? What happened to our optimism?

Why is this full moon so important? She is named for her moment of maximum potency. The full moon is the quintessence. She has not been eclipsed into malefic but is in a state of exultation. The full moon is not merely the culmination of the cycle, it is a gate which opens up into a path outside of time.

Why is it always such a surprise? thinks Toby. The moon. Even though we know it's coming. Every time we see it, it makes us pause, and hush.

Wisdom is a true activity of compassion. And so, meditation is the act of loving kindness. It is the activity where loving kindness is applied on all levels.

Why would a comediotic guy like Buzz Aldrin worry about who said what first? He was on the %$#@!+-oon!

...winter crescent resting in the high pine bough - you fly through the woods like a lone snow bird...

Wisdom is to internalise the experiences of other things, of everything! By observing the birds, you internalise the wisdom of the birds; by observing the Moon, you internalise the wisdom of the Moon! Wisdom is a process of adding the experiences of the universe to our minds!

With callused hands i tasted the softness of the moon in the coldest winds i discovered my soul's warmest fireplace in the roughness of his stubble the tenderest love.

With every fall of the sun and rise of the moon, I can hear it. The Prophecy. It echoes through the halls of time. It is written on the surface of every star. Even the sun and moon cannot withhold the news of the second coming. I hear it. And I fear it.

Within the last decade, we humans have made huge advancements in technology. In the next ten years, it may not be inconceivable we will have humans traveling to the moon commercially and space colonies as space hotels. - Kailin Gow on STEM Stage Talk.

With her right index finger she slowly spells words on Grace's skin. Don't let me go crazy. The moon is pale and vast. The stars so sharp they almost hurt.

With my naked eye, on nights the moon climbs slowly, sometimes so dusted with rust and rose, brown, and gold tones that it nearly drips earth colors and seems intimately braided with Earth, it feels close, part of this world, a friend. But through the telescope, the moon seems- ironically- farther away…the gray-white moon in a sea of black, its surface in crisp relief, brighter than ever before. I am struck too, by the scene’s absolute silence.

Wisdom of the Ages: Do the aliens on the moon pull down their pants and 'earth' their friends for fun?

Woman cannot survive on droplets, she requires waves to regularly crash over her shores as the moon gives way to the sun...

with this love I vow to show you the moon when we go over it at noon we'll make love for it's something good that we do for one another in full

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.

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

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

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

You are my sacred moon. You are my tree.

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

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

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

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

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.

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...

Your eyes have the colour of the moon,

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

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

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 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’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.

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.

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