Willa Cather Quotes

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

The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep tonight.

Stirless, I stand at the window, and in the black bowl of the sky glows like a golden drop of honey the mellow moon

The full moon - the mandala of the sky.

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 brawling of a sparrow in the eaves The brilliant moon and all the milky sky And all that famous harmony of leaves Had blotted out man's image and his cry.

I like to look at the skyline and the moon.

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

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

A great cause of the night is lack of the sun.

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.

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

The lamps are burning and the starry sky is over it all.

Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.

The innocent moon, that nothing does but shine,Moves all the labouring surges of the world.

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

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

The next time you experience a blackout, take some solace by looking at the sky. You will not recognize it.

The moon, by her comparative proximity, and the constantly varying appearances produced by her several phases, has always occupied a considerable share of the attention of the inhabitants of the earth.

There's something about the darkness that I find unavoidably intoxicating. The knowledge that other people are sleeping and, therefore, unavailable to ruin my solitude, makes me more peaceful than I am during the day.

At night, when the sky is full of stars and the sea is still you get the wonderful sensation that you are floating in space.

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.