Moon
Here men from the planet Earth first set foot upon the Moon. July 1969 AD. We came in peace for all mankind.
In spite of the opinions of certain narrow-minded people, who would shut up the human race upon this globe, as within some magic circle it must never outstep, we shall one day travel to the moon, the planets, and the stars, with the same facility, rapidity, and certainty as we now make the voyage from Liverpool to New York!
In winter, the stars seem to have rekindled their fires, the moon achieves a fuller triumph, and the heavens wear a look of a more exalted simplicity. Summer is more wooing and seductive, more versatile and human, appeals to the affections and the sentiments, and fosters inquiry and the art impulse.
My earliest memory is my mom picking me up after I had fallen down, giving me a big hug and reading me 'Goodnight Moon'. From that moment, to this one, every single memory I have of my mom is that regardless of what was happening in her life, she was always, always there for me.
We came all this way to explore the moon, and the most important thing is that we discovered the Earth.
When I was working on 'Vampires Suck', I must have watched 'Twilight' and 'New Moon' literally almost every day.
A country so rich that it can send people to the moon still has hundreds of thousands of its citizens who can't read. That's terribly troubling to me.
You can be the moon and still be jealous of the stars.
The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
You cannot look up at the night sky on the Planet Earth and not wonder what it's like to be up there amongst the stars. And I always look up at the moon and see it as the single most romantic place within the cosmos.
There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.
The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to.
Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.
Shoot for the moon and if you miss you will still be among the stars.
The connection to place, to the land, the wind, the sun, stars, the moon... it sounds romantic, but it's true — the visceral experience of motion, of moving through time on some amazing machine — a few cars touch on it, but not too many compared to motorcycles. I always felt that any motorcycle journey was special.
We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature — trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence... We need silence to be able to touch souls.
When I admire the wonders of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, my soul expands in the worship of the creator.
Aim for the moon. If you miss, you may hit a star.
Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.
Oh, Jerry, don't let's ask for the moon. We have the stars.
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