#moo

...I see myself at crossroads in my life, mapless, lacking bits of knowledge - then, the Moon breaks through, lights up the path before me... ↗

— John Geddes

#knowledge #life #lights #mapless-life #moon

Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight just a touch in the fire burning so bright no I don't wanna mess this thing up I don't wanna push too far just a shot in the dark that you just might be the one I've been waiting for my whole life but baby I'm alright with just a kiss goodnight ↗

— Lady Antebellum

#moonlight #life

Question for your life: Would you rather be the first female U.S. President, the first woman to walk on the moon, or the first woman to be courted by two clones who looked like Christian Bale? ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#clone #moon #president #question #woman

Life was too short and ended too suddenly. If you didn't take advantage of what you had today, tomorrow it might be ripped from you. ↗

— Ilona Andrews

#cerise #ilona-andrews #life #the-edge #life

The wastes of snow on the hill were ghostly in the moonlight. The stars were piercingly bright. ↗

— Maud Hart Lovelace

#hills #moonlight #nature #snow #stars

I think Michael Moore is loathsome, though, not because he dislikes Bush, but because he seems to dislike America. ↗

— Tucker Carlson

#because #bush #dislike #dislikes #i

Unmoor the boat, we could go…downriver... History is a collection of found objects washed up through time. Goods, ideas, personalities surface towards us and then sink away and some we hook out and others we ignore. And as the pattern changes so does the meaning. We cannot rely on the facts. Time that returns everything, changes everything. ..a bundle of abandoned clothes. The end of one identity and the beginning of another. …History is a madman's museum. I think I understand some of this, But it’s all subject to the tide. Unmoor the boat. Part miracle part madness. My life is a series of set sails and shipwrecks. I run aground I cut loose, the rim is dangerously near the waterline. I feel like a saint in a coracle. Head thrown back, sun on my throat. Unmoor the boat. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#madness #unmoor #change

The music coming from inside sounded like robots fucking. And complaining about it. In rhythmic monotone. European robots. ↗

— Christopher Moore

#you-suck #love

If you treat glass right, it doesn't crack. If you know the properties, you can make things; the color of dusk and night and love. But you can't control people like that and I really, really wish you could. I want the world to be glass. ↗

— Cath Crowley

#graffiti-moon #love #love

Love can be broken but never forgotten. ↗

— Ivy Devlin

#low-red-moon #love