Henry David Thoreau Quotes

During the days in detention, I thought most about the moon.

We ran as if to meet the moon.

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

I'll be looking at the moon, but I'll be seeing you.

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

I like to look at the skyline and the moon.

I'm really fascinated by the moon.

Counting stars by candlelight all are dim but one is bright; the spiral light of Venus rising first and shining best, from the northwest corner of a brand-new crescent moon crickets and cicadas sing a rare and different tune.

The moon has set In a bank of jet That fringes the Western sky, The pleiads seven Have sunk from heaven And the midnight hurries by; My hopes are flown And, alas! alone On my weary couch I lie.

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.

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

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.

Overhead, the two moons worked together to bathe the world in a strange light.

The clouds were drifting over the moon at their giddiest speed, at one time wholly obscuring her, at another, suffering her to burst forth in full splendor and shed her light on all the objects around; anon, driving over her again, with increased velocity, and shrouding everything in darkness.

As shines the moon amid the lesser fires.

Papa, please get the moon for me.

The moon is quite a show off given the chance. The stars make a sound when they shine so bright. Water so blue and so black.

The Moon and Pleiades have set, / Midnight is nigh, / The time is passing, passing, yet / Alone I lie.

The stars up close to the moon were pale; they got brighter and braver the farther they got out of the circle of light ruled by the giant moon

I didn't even know there were stars to look at to not see. If you don't know that they're there, you don't know that you're missing them.

The trouble with the world is not that people know too little; it's that they know so many things that just aren't so.

Vulgar and inactive minds confound familiarity with knowledge, and conceive themselves informed of the whole nature of things, when they are shown their form or told their use.