Quotes about Moon

In the beginning of all things, wisdom and knowledge were with the animals; for Tuawa, the One Above, did not speak directly to man. He sent Animals to tell man that he showed himself through the beasts, and that from them, and from the stars and the sun and the moon, man should learn . .. for all things speak of Tuawa. -Chief Letakos-Lesa of the Pawnees Tribe to Natalie Curtis, circa 190441

My fellow, you strike me at present as being situated in the moon, kingdom of dream, province of illusion, capital: Soap-Bubble.

We tap our toes to chaste love songs about the silvery moon without recognizing them as hymns to copulation.

Are there no Moravians in the Moon, that not a missionary has yet visited this poor pagan planet of ours to civilize civilization and Christianize Christendom?

It was the call of workers who organized; women who reached for the ballot; a President who chose the moon as our new frontier; and a King who took us to the mountain top and pointed the way to the Promised Land. Yes we can!

We're only what we are: a woman cycling with the moon, and a tribe of men trying to have sex with the sky.

When shadows take flight and the moon turns away from the stars, the raven delivers divine law

Whenever I began to question whether God exists, I looked up to the sky and surely there, right there, between the sun and moon, stands my grandmother, singing a long meter hymn, a song somewhere between a moan and a lullaby and I know faith is the evidence of things unseen. And all I have to do is continue trying to be a Christian.

The sun stood still and the moon stopped, until the nation took vengeance on its enemies. Joshua 10:13

How can the sun and the moon praise God as the prophet exhorts them to do? By perfectly carrying out the role God has given them. Thus they render Him great praise. Behold, therefore, a wonderful means by which you can praise God all day: do your duty and whatever else you are given to do well.

The unstable estimates of men crowd to him whose mind is filled with a truth, as the heaped waves of the Atlantic follow the moon.

I think that this is what God must look like: an egg. The life of the moon may not be on the surface, but inside.