William Butler Yeats Quotes

Just like the moon, I'll step aside, and let your sun shine while I follow behind.

Everything has a natural explanation. The moon is not a god, but a great rock, and the sun a hot rock.

I'm working to bring celestial objects like the sun and moon into the spaces that we inhabit.

There's the moon asking to stay long enough for the clouds to fly me away

Sun and moon, sun and moon, time goes.

What the deuce is it to me?" he interrupted impatiently: "you say that we go round the sun. If we went round the moon it would not make a pennyworth of difference to me or to my work.

When twenty years of the Moon's reign have passed another will take up his reign for seven thousand years. When the exhausted Sun takes up his cycle then my prophecy and threats will be accomplished.

The moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun.

The Sun, the stars and the seasons as they pass, some can gaze upon these with no strain of fear.

One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.

Middle age is the way you would feel about summer if you knew there would never be another spring.

The sun doesn't just hang on one family's tree

I bet most of the crowd does not know that there are six moons in the solar system bigger than Pluto.

I agree that we should go back to the moon and on to Mars. We should treat all objects in the solar system, including comets and asteroids, as exploration targets.

The summer moon hung full in the sky. For the time being it was the great fact of the world.

I'm a fan of the planets in any combination. When I was born, Mercury, Venus, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, Pluto, the Sun, and the Moon were all in the sky.

It was like noticing the sun. You couldn't help but see it, to turn to face the heat of it, to bask in the glory of it. But often when the sun is high in the sky, the moon is up there, too. A dim memory of what she will be in the night, but there, nonetheless, dim and misty, hard and white. At night, there is only the moon, the sun is nowhere to be seen. There are no distractions when the moon rules the sky.

We are all born equally far from the sun.

There was just one moon. That familiar, yellow, solitary moon. The same moon that silently floated over fields of pampas grass, the moon that rose--a gleaming, round saucer--over the calm surface of lakes, that tranquilly beamed down on the rooftops of fast-asleep houses. The same moon that brought the high tide to shore, that softly shone on the fur of animals and enveloped and protected travelers at night. The moon that, as a crescent, shaved slivers from the soul--or, as a new moon, silently bathed the earth in its own loneliness. THAT moon.

The pale stars are gone! For the sun, their swift shepherd, To their folds them compelling, In the depths of the dawn, Hastes, in meteor-eclipsing array, and the flee Beyond his blue dwelling, As fawns flee the leopard.

At least, the sun had the decency to stay the hell away from us.

Look at that! If you ever needed convincing that we live in the solar system, that we are on a ball of rock, orbiting around the Sun with other balls of rock, then look at that! That's the solar system coming down and grabbing you by the throat.

If I shoot at the sun, I may hit a star.