John Muir Quotes

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

Moon appears to shine and light the sky with the help of some fireflies, wonder how they have the power to shine?

Stars veil their beauty soon / Beside the glorious moon, / When her full silver light / Doth make the whole earth bright.

We'll get to the details of what's around here, but it looks like a collection of just about every variety of shape - angularity, granularity, about every variety of rock.... The colors - well.... There doesn't appear to be too much of a general color at all; however, it looks as though some of the rocks and boulders are going to have some interesting colors to them. Over.

Fish and fowl, warm sun and shady trees, the field mice in the wheat, under the cool light of the moon.

It was a full moon and, shining on all the snow, it made everything almost as bright as day -- only the shadows were rather confusing.

It is a vast wilderness of rocks in a sea of light, colored and glowing like oak and maple in autumn, when the sun gold is richest

The landscape everywhere, away from the river, is of rock - cliffs of rock; plateaus of rock; terraces of rock; crags of rock - ten thousand strangely carved forms.

There was a sliver of moon and a splash of stars, and the light outlined her face and glistened on the tears that ran like mercury down her cheeks.

In the night the cabbages catch at the moon, the leaves drip silver, the rows of cabbages are a series of little silver waterfalls in the moon.

The light of the moon is all we've got to go on...

And he beholds the moon; like a rounded fragment of ice filled with motionless light.

So she sat on the porch and watched the moon rise. Soon its amber fluid was drenching the earth, and quenching the thirst of the day.

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 whole moon and the entire sky are reflected in one dewdrop on the grass.

Some nights stay up till dawn, as the moon sometimes does for the sun. Be a full bucket pulled up the dark way of a well, then lifted out into light.

The sun is roaring, it fills to bursting each crystal of snow. I flush with feeling, moved beyond my comprehension, and once again, the warm tears freeze upon my face. These rocks and mountains, all this matter, the snow itself, the air- the earth is ringing. All is moving, full of power, full of light.

Moon, worn thin to the width of a quill,/ In the dawn clouds flying,/ How good to go, light into light, and still/ Giving light, dying.

Back of my forehead I feel tonight A whole sky full of stars. Under a western moon. Life is indeed lovely!

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

On and on they flew, over the countryside parceled out in patches of green and brown, over roads and rivers winding through the landscapes like strips of matte and glossy ribbon.

In the American Southwest, I began a lifelong love affair with a pile of rock.

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

Moonlight lined the windowsills like a fall of snow.