...the Moon, the enemy of poets...("Merchant's Two Sons") — Giambattista Basile, Spells of Enchantment: The Wondrous Fairy Tales of Western Culture
...the Moon, the enemy of poets...("Merchant's Two Sons") — Giambattista Basile, Spells of Enchantment: The Wondrous Fairy Tales of Western Culture
...the Moon, the enemy of poets...("Merchant's Two Sons") — Giambattista Basile, Spells of Enchantment: The Wondrous Fairy Tales of Western Culture
...the Moon, the enemy of poets...("Merchant's Two Sons") — Giambattista Basile, Spells of Enchantment: The Wondrous Fairy Tales of Western Culture
...the Moon, the enemy of poets...("Merchant's Two Sons") — Giambattista Basile, Spells of Enchantment: The Wondrous Fairy Tales of Western Culture
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...the Moon, the enemy of poets...("Merchant's Two Sons")

— Giambattista Basile, Spells of Enchantment: The Wondrous Fairy Tales of Western Culture
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More “Moon” Quotes

I am a cemetery by the moon unblessed. — Charles Baudelaire, Paris Spleen
Tell me the story..About how the sun loved the moon so much..That she died every night..Just to let him breathe... — Hanako Ishii
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I feel a little like the moon who took possession of you for a moment and then returned your soul to you. You should not — Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus
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Many solemn nights Blond moon, we stand and marvel...Sleeping our noons away — Bashō Matsuo, Japanese Haiku
It was lunar symbolism that enabled man to relate and connect such heterogeneous things as: birth, becoming, death, and — Mircea Eliade, The Sacred and the Profane: The Nature of Religion
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Go slowly, my lovely moon, go slowly. — Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner
The moon in her chariot of pearl — Oscar Wilde, The Nightingale and the Rose
I am the sun who will bring delight when you are in-front of me. I am the moon who will show shyness when you are away f — Santosh Kalwar