Galileo Galilei Quotes

The moon, like a flower in heaven's high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night.

The moon rose, an opalescent goddess tipping light from her harsh maternal scimitar.

We ran as if to meet the moon.

You gazed at the moon and fell in the gutter.

Look at the moon in the sky, not the one in the lake.

Ever since I was a kid, I have loved the Moon. It's always there and continues to inspire humanity.

I'm really fascinated by the moon.

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

And when the fog's over and the stars and the moon come out at night it'll be a beautiful sight.

The moon, like to a silver bow new bent in heaven.

What do you do there, moon, in the sky? Tell me what you do, silent moon. When evening comes you rise and go contemplating wastelands; then you set.

The moon is swimming naked and the summer night is fragrant with a mighty expectation of relief.

In fall-orbed glory, yonder moon divine, Rolls through the dark blue depths.

If I were the moon, I know where I would fall down.

Under your skin the moon is alive.

notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening

I stared up at the ebbing quarter moon and the stars scattered like a handful of salt across the faraway sky.

The moon, too, abases her subjects, but in the daytime she is ridiculous. Your dissatisfactions, on the other hand, arrive through the mailslot with loving regularity, white and blank, expansive as carbon monoxide. No day is safe from news of you, walking about in Africa maybe, but thinking of me.

The moon is nothing But a circumambulating aphrodisiac Divinely subsidized to provoke the world Into a rising birth-rate

a full moon is a flashlight so everyone can see your drama!

The full moon - the mandala of the sky.

I suppose there were moonless nights and dark ones with but a silver shaving and pale stars in the sky, but I remember them all as flooded with the rich indolence of a full moon.