Shoot for the moon and if you miss you will still be among the stars.
Aim for the moon. If you miss, you may hit a star.
Meditate. Live purely. Be quiet. Do your work with mastery. Like the moon, come out from behind the clouds! Shine.
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.
The moon was up, painting the world silver, making things look just a little more alive.
With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy?
When I admire the wonders of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, my soul expands in the worship of the creator.
The moon does not fight. It attacks no one. It does not worry. It does not try to crush others. It keeps to its course, but by its very nature, it gently influences. What other body could pull an entire ocean from shore to shore? The moon is faithful to its nature and its power is never diminished.
You are the root of heaven, the morning star, the bright moon, the house of endless Love
I don't know if there are men on the moon, but if there are they must be using the earth as their lunatic asylum
Put your thoughts to sleep, do not let them cast a shadow over the moon of your heart. Let go of thinking.
Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life.
Moonlight drowns out all but the brightest stars.
We are all like the bright moon, we still have our darker side.
The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right, White as a knuckle and terribly upset. It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quiet With the O-gape of complete despair. I live here.
i am going to start selling air in dark orange bags marked: moon-blooms
Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody.
The day, water, sun, moon, night - I do not have to purchase these things with money.
See yonder fire! It is the moon slow rising o'er the eastern hill. It glimmers on the forest tips, and through the dewy foliage drips In little rivulets of light, and makes the heart in love with night.
There is something haunting in the light of the moon.
There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.
The moon develops the imagination, as chemicals develop photographic images.
May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks.
When a wise man points at the moon the imbecile examines the finger.
Floating to shore...riding a low moon...on a slow cloud.
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