Lunar symbolism Quotes

The Moon is a white strange world, great, white, soft-seeming globe in the night sky, and what she actually communicates to me across space I shall never fully know. But the Moon that pulls the tides, and the Moon that controls the menstrual periods of women, and the Moon that touches the lunatics, she is not the mere dead lump of the astronomist. . . . When we describe the Moon as dead, we are describing the deadness in ourselves. When we find space so hideously void, we are describing our own unbearable emptiness.

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

Not secondary to the sun, she gives us his blaze again, Void of its flame, and sheds a softer day... In Heaven queen she is among the spheres; She, mistress-like, makes all things to be pure.

And a thimble's worth of milky moon Can touch hearts larger than a thimble.

I have risen to a body not yet born, existing like a light around a body through which the body moves like a sliding moon.

That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon.

The Sun represents the right half of the body and the Moon the left half.

Perhaps the crescent moon smiles in doubt at being told that it is a fragment awaiting perfection.

What matters most has an ultimate metallic quality of death. The chasuble and the wagon wheel, the razor and the prickly beards of shepherds, the bare moon, a fly, humid cupboards, rubble piles, the images of saints covered in lace, quicklime, and the wounding edges of the rooflines and watchtowers.

I often write about the moon, and more often than not, it is to symbolise a person, or a quality.

The moon shines for you.

These fourteen phases from full moon to new also have their result, and for the Egyptian consciousness this result was achieved through Isis. These fourteen phases are ruled by Isis.

I think Americans today look at the moon and think of it like apple pie or Coca-Cola. It's American. We planted our flag there. We see ourselves in it and don't like the idea of anyone else taking over the moon.

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

That is a question you have to ask the Old Man of the Moon.

The moon hung over the planet Earth, a dead thing over a dying thing.

There's a bad moon on the rise.

The moon in her chariot of pearl

Something in me vibrates to a dusky, dreamy smell of dying moons and shadows.