Neil Armstrong Quotes

Go out of the house to see the moon, and 't is mere tinsel; it will not please as when its light shines upon your necessary journey. The beauty that shimmers in the yellow afternoons of October, who could ever clutch it? Go forth to find it, and it is gone: 't is only a mirage as you look from the windows of diligence.

We don't have to look for what the next thing will be. If experience is any judge, it'll come flowing toward us like a river.

When you see the setting, wait for the rising. Why worry about a sunset or a fading moon?

It's amazing the difference A bit of sky can make.

You throw a stone into a deep pond. Splash. The sound is big, and it reverberates throughout the surrounding area. What comes out of the pond after that? All we can do is stare at the pond, holding our breath.

When the peacock has presented his back, the spectator will usually begin to walk around him to get a front view; but the peacock will continue to turn so that no front view is possible. The thing to do then is to stand still and wait until it pleases him to turn. When it suits him, the peacock will face you. Then you will see in a green-bronze arch around him a galaxy of gazing, haloed suns.

I don't know what my fans are going to think. It's definitely not what they're used to from me.

Something, or something awful or something wonderful was certain to happen on every day in this part of Africa.

The qualities that one needs to be a good goalkeeper are exactly the same as to be a good sculptor. In both professions one should have a good relationship with time and space.

Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks and rivers wide Towers and battlements it sees Bosom'd high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighboring eyes.

I know not what tomorrow will bring.

Soon he'll come in again and kiss me, but differently. He'll be different and so I'll be different. It'll be different. I thought, 'It'll be different, different. It must be different.

All is waiting and all is work; all is change and all is permanence.

The future is always present, as a promise, a lure and a temptation.

The piece of equipment I'm most found off is my telescope. The other night I had a superb view of the moon.

But in the end she merely shrugged, knowing at the very least it would be interesting. Knowing, in her gut, it might just be the beginning.

Many eyes go through the meadow, but few see the flowers in it

The moment people feel they know what to expect from you, your spell on them is broken.

We all have a suspicion and hope that we've just been part of something special, something that may eventually change our lives. That no one else knows this makes it seem like we are living with a secret that we would like to share, but can't, sort of like having a superpower that's not come online or being president elect. For the moment, our lives proceed as usual, but within a month, we think, everything will change. It's a frustrating, if exciting, disconnect.

The moment you're too apologetic about something and people know that something isn't finished, they listen/look for the mistakes or cracks, but if you act like it's done people experience things in a totally different way.

In the afternoon I watch the clouds drift past the bald peak of Mount Tukuhnikivats. (Someone has to do it.)

Of faire things, the Autumne is faire.

Way across the country where the hillside mountains glide, the dynamo of your smile caressed the barefoot virgin child.

It was so interesting that the girls were moving in such a different way.

Tomorrow will give us something to think about