Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace;Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul,While the stars burn, the moons increase,And the great ages onward roll. Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet. Nothing comes to thee new or strange. Sleep full of rest from head to feet;Lie still, dry dust, secure of change.— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Captivate New Moon quotations
New beginnings are often disguised as painful endings.
The trees, the flowers, the plants grow in silence.
The stars, the sun, the moon move in silence. Silence gives us a new perspective.
I am looking to have a place under the sun for our new generations to live in peace far away from repression, from terrorism, to live as human beings freely in this free world. That is what I am looking for. I am not asking for the moon. I am asking for the United Nations legality to be implemented.
Don't compare your life to others. There's no comparison between the sun and the moon. They shine when it's their time.
The end is never the end. A new challenge awaits. A test no man could be prepared for. A new hell he must conquer and destroy. A new level of growth he must confront himself. The machine in the ghost within. This is the journey of the man on the moon.
When I circled the moon and looked back at Earth, my outlook on life and my viewpoint of Earth changed... Earth is a spaceship, just like Apollo - and just like Apollo, the crew must learn to live and work together. We must learn to manage the resources of this world with new imagination.
So long as the new moon returns in heaven a bent, beautiful bow, so long will the fascination of archery keep hold in the hearts of men.
When the past calls, let it go to voicemail. It has nothing new to say.
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?" Jacob Black New Moon
In New York, there are so many potholes, they're like craters on the moon.
That's another traffic thing.
Lilacs, False Blue, White, Purple, Colour of lilac, Your great puffs of flowers Are everywhere in this my New England ... Lilacs in dooryards Holding quiet conversation with an early moon; Lilacs watching a deserted house; ... Lilacs, wind-beaten, staggering under a lopsided shock of bloom, You are everywhere.
If you're brave enough to say goodbye, life will reward you with a new hello.
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.
Tonight the sky was utterly black. Perhaps there was no moon tonight—a lunar eclipse, a new moon. A new moon. I shivered, though I wasn't cold.
And yet, I found I could survive. I was alert, I felt the pain - the aching loss that radiated out from my chest, sending wracking waves of hurt through my limbs and head - but it was manageable. I could live through it. I didn't feel like the pain had weakened over time, rather that I'd grown strong enough to bear it.
Just as the water reflects the stars and the moon, the body reflects the mind and soul.
You're not the center of the universe, you know.
Because there was just one thing that I had to believe to be able to live - I had to know that he existed. That was all. Everything else I could endure. So long as he existed.
These violent delights have violent ends.
Though no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand new strategy.
Midnight is another planet! When the clock strikes twelve and if you are asleep, wake up, friend, and discover the beauties of this new planet: Discover the silence; discover the tranquillity; speak to the owls, speak to the moon; greet the hedgehogs and disappear in the midst of the mists!
Even more, I had never meant to love him.
One thing I truly knew - knew it in the pit of my stomach, in the center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep in my empty chest - was how love gave someone the power to break you
Sometimes you have to learn to love what's good for you.
You can learn something new everyday if you listen.
An echo of music, a face in the street, the wafer of the new moon, a wanton thought - only in the iridescence of things the vagabond soul is happy.
Well, I'm so sorry that I can't be the right kind of monster for you, Bella.
Day is pushed out by day, and each new moon hastens to its death.
[Lat., Truditur dies die, Novaeque pergunt interire lunae.]
If you are brave enough to say goodbye, life will reward you with a new hello.
The only thing that can hurt me is being apart from you.
Whom would you like to put throught a table next? The entire cast of New Moon.
They're trying to portray vampires, but they look like a bunch of sissy models.
If this is how you’re going to react, I’ll freak out more often.
I am always doing what I cannot do yet, in order to learn how to do it.
The part that kills me is that you already know. I already told you everything!
Counting stars by candlelight all are dim but one is bright;
the spiral light of Venus rising first and shining best, from the northwest corner of a brand-new crescent moon crickets and cicadas sing a rare and different tune.
I promise that this will be the last time you’ll see me.
I won’t come back. I won’t put you through anything like this again. You can go on with your life without any more interference from me. It will be as if I’d never existed.
Anyone who knows me, should learn to know me again; for I am like the moon, you will see me with a new face everyday.
Walking on the moon is now something that people used to do, in the distant past, like macramé, decoupage and the Hustle.... There will just be the pictures, then, as we saw them in the summer of '69, ghostly and blurry, colorless and incomprehensible, an infant's glimpse of a new world.
O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From the world-wearied flesh
Forbidden to remember, terrified to forget; it was a hard line to walk.
Never tell me the sky is the limit when there are footprints on the moon.
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!
Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.
Thoughts are like stars in the firmament;
some are fixed, others like the wandering planets, others again are only like meteors. Understanding is like the Sun, which gives light to all the thoughts. Memory is like the Moon, it hath its new, its full and its wane.
Dancing up the full moon Round some fair new altar Trample the soft blossoms of fine grass.
You can stop splitting the atom; you can stop visiting the moon; you can stop using aerosols; you may even decide not to kill entire populations by the use of a few bombs. But you cannot recall a new form of life.