Returning to where It used to see blossoms, My mind, changed, Will stay on at Yoshino... Home now, and see anew.
Today's satori: Such a change of mind would Not exist without My lifelong habit of having My mind immersed in blossoms.
As lovers, the difference between men and women is that women can love all day long, but men only at times.
Only the poet or the saint can water an asphalt pavement in the confident anticipation that lilies will reward his labour.
Oh, do you understand what I mean? Have you ever felt that about the Moon? Have you ever ached with the sheer beauty of it?
Some people are just sad when there aren't talking squirrels.” —Lily Winter
It was a good apple too. A good apple, picked by a madman on a full moon night.
The next humans to walk on the moon may be Chinese. Only China seems to have the resources, the dirigiste government, and the willingness to undertake a risky Apollo-style programme. If Americans or Europeans venture to the moon and beyond, this will...
Moon reveals it's beauty in darkness to illuminate the world with the light of love. When humanity suffers, let us be like the moon.
Isabelle: [watching A Trip to the Moon] It's in color! Mama Jeanne: Of course it is, we tinted them. We painted them by hand, frame by frame.
One day I would love to do rock a gig on the moon - how rad would that be? Isn't Richard Branson flying planes to outer space? Motley Crue could be the first band to play on the moon.
I wrote 'Reaching for the Moon' because I wanted to tell kids that all of us have a moon, a dream, that we can strive for. Even if you don't attain it, you can at least reach for it.
The moon I see now is the same moon I saw before. Except that before, when I looked at it, it was in anticipation of what it would be like when I got there. That's behind me now.
Don't judge any man until you have walked two moons in his moccasins.
Don't judge a man until you have walked two moons in his moccasins.
Do not buy either the moon or the news, for in the end they will both come out.
I'm like the moon," he started, "the hidden side of the moon. Not seen because it don't want to be seen. Everyone knows ther's is shadow there, but no one looks. It's like that with me, Byrd. I'm part illuminated, part in shadow-and that part that sh...
The moon changes each night but she does so in an understandable rhythm. And just as the tides ebb and flow and the moon waxes and wanes, our bodies’ hormones ebb and flow and our energies wax and wane. Our bodies are more like the rivers than like...
All jobs are odd, or they would be games or naps or picnics.
Everyone has their invisible cloak of all things past.
All money is imaginary," answered the Calcatrix simply. "Money is magic everyone agrees to pretend is not magic.
