Luna Quotes

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E.E. Cummings
“who knows if the moon's
a balloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky--filled with pretty people?
( and if you and I should

get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
why then
we'd go up higher with all the pretty people

than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody's ever visited,where

always
it's
Spring)and everyone's
in love and flowers pick themselves”
e.e. cummings, Collected Poems

Carlos Ruiz Zafón
“Al fin y al cabo, ¿qué clase de ciencia es ésa, capaz de poner un hombre en la luna pero incapaz de poner un pedazo de pan en la mesa de cada ser humano?”
Carlos Ruiz Zafón, Marina

“Would I cheat to save my soul?
No.
But to save my G.P.A.?
Yes.”
Julie Anne Peters, Luna

“I'm looking for someone
to quench my thirst-for all eternity"
-Luna Maxwell”
Ellen Schreiber, Vampireville

“Me? I had no dreams. No longings. Dreams only set you up for disappointment. Plus, you had to have a life to have dreams of a better life.”
Julie Anne Peters, Luna

“Commitment. That's what it's all about. Taking that convenant together. Bonding yourselves for all eternity. Isn't that what we are all looking for? Maybe Alexander wasn't ready to do that with me, but it's obvious he isn't ready to do that with you, either.”
Ellen Schreiber, Cryptic Cravings

L.J. Shen
“She could tell me a thousand things with her eyebrows alone, this girl. Sometimes I wanted to shave them off just to spite her.”
L.J. Shen, Broken Knight

Quinn Loftis
“So she looked upon the wolves, who were dwindling in number, and back at the humans who no longer cared for their own, and combined their spirits. She took the loyal, protective, possessive natures of the wolf and took the intelligence, emotions, and love of the human and brought them together. She designed us to be a pack.”
Quinn Loftis, Out of the Dark

C.G. Jung
“Luna is really the mother of the Sun, which means, psychologically, that the unconscious is pregnant with consciousness and gives birth to it.”
Carl Gustav Jung, Opere vol. 14: Mysterium coniunctionis

Alessandro Barbaglia
“Avevamo quarantadue anni quando rapimmo la luna.
Ed era notte, certo, perché son bravi tutti a rapire la luna di giorno quando dorme o è distratta; o quando è mattina. Guardi il cielo, non la vedi, e puoi raccontare a chiunque la bugia di essertela messa in tasca.
No, non è così che si rapisce la luna. Si fa di notte, si fa al buio, si fa per un motivo.
E poi si fa davvero. Altrimenti non funziona.
Avevamo quarantadue anni quando rapimmo la luna, ma a essere precisi, quarantadue anni, li avevamo in tre: quattordici io, quattordici Ismaele e quattordici Sofia.
Eravamo adulti un terzo a testa: ecco perché ci siamo riusciti, perché non era ancora troppo tardi.”
Alessandro Barbaglia, L'atlante dell'invisibile

Marissa Meyer
“The young princess was a beautiful as daylight, She was more beautiful even than the queen herself.”
Marissa Meyer, Winter

Petra Hermans
“In my youth, I saw St Paul's Cathedral. The Big Ben touched my precious silent heart, forever!!”
Petra Hermans
tags: luna

Petra Hermans
“Wat heb ik je gemist, toen ik jou nog niet kende.”
Petra Hermans
tags: luna

Petra Hermans
“The best image was not given by me.”
Petra Hermans
tags: luna

Petra Hermans
“Poetry stands above All.”
Petra Hermans
tags: luna

Petra Hermans
“You won. More than I did.”
Petra Hermans
tags: luna

Petra Hermans
“I need my silence in the night, she knows.”
Petra Hermans
tags: luna

Petra Hermans
“Je moet een bepaalde zwakte, hebben in dit leven, ik ook, dan toch, ook al is het waarschijnlijk geen vorm van mogen, deze keer.”
Petra Hermans
tags: luna

Petra Hermans
“Wat, me niet beweegt, zal me niet raken.”
Petra Hermans
tags: luna

Petra Hermans
“Light is one answer, questioned by shadows of darkness. The second question was answered by a silence, while the third answer to a question, has already been silenced.”
Petra Hermans
tags: luna

Roxana B. Rodriguez
“Una noche de luna que hace el amor con la muerte. Una noche de sacrificios”
Roxana B. Rodriguez, Te amo hasta los huesos

Liz Braswell
“A strange structure untangled itself out of the background like a hallucination, not part of the natural landscape. It was a funny-shaped, almost spherical, green podlike thing woven from living branches of trees and vines. A trellis of vines hung down over the opening that served as a door.
Wendy was so delighted tears sprang to her eyes.
It was her Imaginary House!
They all had them. Michael wanted his to be like a ship with views of the sea. John had wanted to live like a nomad on the steppes. And Wendy... Wendy had wanted something that was part of the natural world itself.
She tentatively stepped forward, almost swooning at the heavy scent of the door flowers. Languorously lighting on them were a few scissorflies, silver and almost perfectly translucent in the glittery sunlight. Their sharp wings made little snickety noises as they fluttered off.
Her shadow made a few half-hearted attempts to drag back, pointing to the jungle. But Wendy ignored her, stepping into the hut.
She was immediately knocked over by a mad, barking thing that leapt at her from the darkness of the shelter.
"Luna!" Wendy cried in joy.
The wolf pup, which she had rescued in one of her earliest stories, stood triumphantly on her chest, drooling very visceral, very stinky dog spit onto her face.
"Oh, Luna! You're real!" Wendy hugged the gray-and-white pup as tightly as she could, and it didn't let out a single protest yelp.
Although...
"You're a bit bigger than I imagined," Wendy said thoughtfully, sitting up. "I thought you were a puppy."
Indeed, the wolf was approaching formidable size, although she was obviously not yet quite full-grown and still had large puppy paws. She was at least four stone and her coat was thick and fluffy. Yet she pranced back and forth like a child, not circling with the sly lope Wendy imagined adult wolves used.
You're not a stupid little lapdog, are you?" Wendy whispered, nuzzling her face into the wolf's fur. Luna chuffed happily and gave her a big wet sloppy lick across the cheek. "Let's see what's inside the house!"
As the cool interior embraced her, she felt a strange shudder of relief and... welcome was the only way she could describe it. She was home.
The interior was small and cozy; plaited sweet-smelling rush mats softened the floor. The rounded walls made shelves difficult, so macramé ropes hung from the ceiling, cradling halved logs or flat stones that displayed pretty pebbles, several beautiful eggs, and what looked like a teacup made from a coconut. A lantern assembled from translucent pearly shells sat atop a real cherry writing desk, intricately carved and entirely out of place with the rest of the interior.
Wendy picked up one of the pretty pebbles in wonder, turning it this way and that before putting it into her pocket.
"This is... me..." she breathed. She had never been there before, but it felt so secure and so right that it couldn't have been anything but her home. Her real home. Here there was no slight tension on her back as she waited for footsteps to intrude, for reality to wake her from her dreams; there was nothing here to remind her of previous days, sad or happy ones. There were no windows looking out at the gray world of London. There was just peace, and the scent of the mats, and the quiet droning of insects and waves outside.
"Never Land is a... mishmash of us. Of me," she said slowly. "It's what we imagine and dream of- including the dreams we can't quite remember.”
Liz Braswell, Straight On Till Morning

Haruki Murakami
“La luna guardava la terra da vicino da più tempo di chiunque altro. Probabilmente era stata testimone di tutti i fenomeni accaduti e di tutte le azioni compiute quaggiù. Ma manteneva il silenzio e non raccontava nulla. Lassù non c’era aria né vento; il vuoto era adatto a conservare i ricordi. Nessuno era mai riuscito a sciogliere il cuore della luna.”
Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 #1-2
tags: luna, moon

Virginia Woolf
“Lună de lună lucrurile își pierd duritatea; chiar trupul meu lasă acum să treacă prin el lumina; șira spinării îmi este moale precum ceara lângă flacăra unei lămpi. Visez, visez.”
Virginia Woolf, The Waves

Grazia Deledda
“E pareva giocasse nella notte morente, la luna, libera e sola nel deserto del cielo crepuscolare, sopra la terra ancora addormentata; e si nascondeva, e riappariva tra le fronde, e si specchiava nell'acqua destandovi mille sorrisi, compiacendosi a vedersi nuda, libera e sola.”
Grazia Deledda, Marianna Sirca

Mehmet Murat ildan
“Si tienes un problema con la Luna en el cielo y eres infeliz, cambia tú mismo, porque la Luna no cambiará.”
Mehmet Murat ildan

Kelly Barnhill
“She insisted that they focus their energies on raising a little girl who was, by nature, a tangle of mischief and motion and curiosity.”
Kelly Barnhill, The Girl Who Drank the Moon

“There was a reason she was so romantic about the moon. It never asked her questions or begged for the answers, nor did she ever have to prove herself to it. It was always just there – breathing, shining, and in ways most humans can’t understand.”
Christopher Piondexter
tags: luna, moon

Margot Berwin
The Luna Maria

The moon has two distinct terrains, the very old highlands, and the younger, smoother maria. The maria are lunar seas formed by impact craters striking the surface of the moon, but that's not their most interesting feature. Even more fascinating are the names that astronauts and physicists have given to the maria. These include Sea of Tranquility, Sea of Serenity, Sea of Fertility, Sea of Storms, Sea of Peace, and Sea of Clouds.
Why is it that, with such romantic and imaginative names for the seas of the moon, the seas on earth get stuck with Black Sea, Red Sea, North Sea, and Baltic Sea?

Margot Berwin, Hothouse Flower and the Nine Plants of Desire

Iván Gimeno San Pedro
“Cuando creía que los gilipollas no podían ascender más, crearon esta estación lunar y se mudaron aquí.”
Iván Gimeno San Pedro, APSU - Crónicas de la llegada

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