#moons

And even Moonstruck - for some reason the audience were just in the mood for a very romantic film, because it's one of the few romantic comedies to be nominated for a Best Picture Oscar. ↗

— Norman Jewison

#because #best #best picture #comedies #even

I'm in the mood for another Moonstruck experience, for another romantic comedy. ↗

— Norman Jewison

#comedy #experience #i #mood #moonstruck

Moonstruck... was one of the few romantic comedies to be nominated for a Best Picture Oscar. ↗

— Norman Jewison

#best picture #comedies #few #moonstruck #nominated

I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation. War is hell. ↗

— William Tecumseh Sherman

#am #blood #cry #desolation #fired

Doo never actually made moonshine, but he hauled about an ocean of it. ↗

— Loretta Lynn

#actually #hauled #made #moonshine #never

On Titan the molecules that have been raining down like manna from heaven for the last 4 billion years might still be there largely unaltered deep-frozen awaiting the chemists from Earth ↗

— Carl Sagan

#chemists #moons #planets #science #scientists

Moonshiners put more time, energy, thought, and love into their cars than any racer ever will. Lose on the track, and you go home. Lose with a load of whiskey, and you go to jail. ↗

— Junior Johnson

#home

Only the lame could love and only the maimed could mourn ↗

— Kate Forsyth

#love #the-pool-of-two-moons #witches-of-eileanan #inspirational

Love don't make things nice, it ruins everything, it breaks your heart, it makes things a mess. We're not here to make things perfect. Snowflakes are perfect. The stars are perfect. Not us. We are here to ruin ourselves and break our hearts and love the wrong people and die. ↗

— John Patrick Shanley Moonstruck

#moonstruck #ronnie #love

If you are in the mountains alone for some time, many days at minimum, & it helps if you are fasting. The forest grows tired of its weariness towards you; it resumes its inner life and allows you to see it. Near dusk the faces in tree bark cease hiding, and stare out at you. The welcoming ones and also the malevolent, open in their curiosity. In your camp at night you are able to pick out a distinct word now and then from the muddled voices in creek water, sometimes an entire sentence of deep import. The ghosts of animals reveal themselves to you without prejudice to your humanity. You see them receding before you as you walk the trail their shapes beautiful and sad. ↗

— Charles Frazier

#reflection #serenity #solitude #thirteen-moons #beauty