How beautiful is night! A dewy freshness fills the silent air; No mist obscures; nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the… — Robert Southey Copy Share Image
“This is a story of eternal love, which is born among the ices but which is soon mixed with dreams of death… — Miguel Serrano Copy Share Image
“I used to hunt for shooting stars. To know they had traveled billions of miles, just to burn and be over in… — M.N. Arzu Copy Share Image
“Stars are beautiful, but they may not take an active part in anything, they must just look on for ever. It is… — J.M. Barrie Copy Share Image
Folks still remember the day ole Bob Riley came bouncing down that dirt road in his pickup. Pretty soon, it was bouncing… — Jack Handey Copy Share Image
I dream dark dreams. I dream of a figure moving through the forest, of children flying from his path, of young women… — John Connolly Copy Share Image
In order for us to use the very best judgment possible in spending the taxpayer's money intelligently, we just have to do… — Wernher von Braun Copy Share Image
We live in succession, in division, in parts, in particles. Meantime within man is the soul of the whole; the wise silence;… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
“...there is beauty that hits the eye like a bolt of lightning, that burns and sears and blinds. It is more disaster… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
To send humans back to the moon would not be advancing. It would be more than 50 years after the first moon… — Buzz Aldrin Copy Share Image
“beyond it the sun was poised directly between two sawtoothed peaks, casting golden light across the rock faces and the sugared snow… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
“And day to day, life's a hard job, you get tired, you lose the pattern. You need distance, interval. The way to… — Ursula K. Le Guin Copy Share Image
“At this time in his life Zinkoff sees no difference between the stars in the sky and the stars in his mother's… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
My favorite toy growing up was Polly Pocket. But one gift that I wanted though never received for Christmas was a pair… — Lucy Hale Copy Share Image
There was one bursting now, a delicate constellation of many-coloured stars which drifted down and lingered in the still air… The final… — Jan Struther Copy Share Image
The waves are subtle, altering spacetime and the distance between objects as far apart as the Earth and the Moon by much… — Barry Barish Copy Share Image
When I was young I spoke like a child I saw with a child's eyes And an open door was to a… — Mary Chapin Carpenter Copy Share Image
“Above, the stars were unwinking, also constant. Suns and worlds by the million. Dizzying constellations, cold fire in every primary hue. As… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
“The moon rose up that evening and shot her silver arrows at the house under the artu tree. The house was empty.… — Henry de Vere Stacpoole Copy Share Image
The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Everest has a special place in all of our imaginations. For centuries, Everest was a little bit like the moon. It was… — Richard Engel Copy Share Image
There is a moon shaped rictus in the streetlamp's globe where a stone has gone and from this aperture there drifts down… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“In her fantastic mood she stretched her soft, clasped hands upward toward the moon. 'Sweet moon,' she said in a kind of… — Barry Pain Copy Share Image
I have never looked into my sister's eyes. I have never bathed alone. I have never stood in the grass at night… — Lori Lansens Copy Share Image
Since we are provided with both a body and a mind, we grasp onto the physical forms we see. Since we are… — Dogen Copy Share Image
My final question: Why are we not looking at moving out onto the sea? Why do we have programs to build a… — Robert Ballard Copy Share Image
“In a feverish fantasy, I imagined that there had been a time, when the world was young, that stars filled the sky… — Megan Arkenberg Copy Share Image
“Every trace of the passionate plumage of the cloudy sunset had been swept away, and a naked moon stood in a naked… — G.K. Chesterton Copy Share Image
Night of Sleepless Love The night above. We two. Full moon. I started to weep, you laughed. Your scorn was a god,… — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
I returned to the courtyard and saw that the sun had grown weaker. Beautiful and clear as it had been, the morning… — Umberto Eco Copy Share Image
“Rose, the moon is incredible. Everything down on Earth relies on it. Rats jump for it. Tides rush out from it. Humans… — Gareth Roberts Copy Share Image
If we deny our awesome challenge; turn our backs on the living universe, and forsake our cosmic destiny, we will commit a… — Marshall Savage Copy Share Image
Supposing the Mother Earth was very hot like the sun, there would have been no growth, or it was cold like moon,… — Nirmala Srivastava Copy Share Image
I think going into 'New Moon,' I knew the characters better. I knew the world better and I knew the actors who… — Melissa Rosenberg Copy Share Image
If I know a song of Africa, of the giraffe and the African new moon lying on her back, of the plows… — Isak Dinesen Copy Share Image
“When the moon is full, and I've cried; I'll take up your guts, to the little shed outside. I'll shuck all the… — Meghan James Copy Share Image
There's a story about when President Lyndon Johnson visited NASA and as he was walking the halls he came across a janitor… — Jon Gordon Copy Share Image
“It was then between one o'clock in the morning and half-past that hour; the sky soon cleared a bit before me, and… — Guy de Maupassant Copy Share Image
So sweep away the sand an' dry the ocean, an' just pack the moon an' stars up in a cardboard box. And… — Kenny Rogers Copy Share Image
Our solar system is fantastically bizarre. There are worlds with features we never imagined. Storms larger than planets, moons with under-surface oceans,… — Phil Plait Copy Share Image
