The moon hung over the planet Earth, a dead thing over a dying thing.
I love it when the dark bottle of night spills out, and the Moon writes in chalk about us
when I see you, I see mystery - a pale moon's beauty behind a veil of cloud
Never say no when a client asks for something, even if it is the moon. You can always try, and anyhow there is plenty of time afterwards to explain that it was not possible.
I was born in 1960, and space theory, especially in the last part of that time and going into the '70s, space was very relevant at that time. It was on television - all the experiments, the moon landings, everything like that.
Years of science fiction have produced a mindset that it is human destiny to expand from Earth, to the Moon, to Mars, to the stars.
I love both the sun and the moon, day and night. But I enjoy the day the most because I live in Rio and I can play sports.
This kind of music was just hitting England, so we were getting this following in clubs in Birmingham just cause we were trying to do something different.
What was most significant about the lunar voyage was not that men set foot on the moon but that they set eye on the earth.
I'm in favor of changing the destination of humans. There are a lot of manned missions that can be done, but not in the direction of the moon.
Most people never believed in the real possibility of going to the moon, and neither did I until I was in my twenties.
In Mars, we've been given a wonderful set of moons... where we can send continuous numbers of people.
Russia perhaps is still entertaining the possibility that the moons of Mars might have access to ice or water.
My roses are my jewels, the sun and moon my clocks, fruit and water my food and drink.
I saw a photograph of a wedding conducted by Reverend Moon of the Unification Church. I wanted to understand this event, and the only way to understand it was to write about it.
When you left you left behind a field of silent flowers under a sky full of unstirred clouds...you left a million butterflies mid-silky flutters You left like midnight rain against my dreaming ears Oh and how you left leaving my coffee scentless and ...
A really good poem is full of music.
This life is full of vanity
We human beings are at once delicate and intricate and temporal like the tulips in an April field and sturdy, resilient and enduring as Mt. Rainier when the will inspires us. We are individual miracles, those who live in vegetative states and those w...
As we learn to give thanks for all of life and death, for all of this given world of ours, we find a deep joy. It is the joy of trust, the joy of faith in the faithfulness at the heart of all things. It is the joy of gratefulness in touch with the fu...
Diligence and attention soon gave him the knack of it, and he strode down the street with his mouth full of harmony and his soul full of gratitude. He felt much as an astronomer feels who has discovered a new planet—no doubt, as far as strong, deep...
