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“who knows if the moon's
a balloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky--filled with pretty people?
( and if you and I should

get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
why then
we'd go up higher with all the pretty people

than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody's ever visited,where

always
it's
Spring)and everyone's
in love and flowers pick themselves”
― e.e. cummings, Collected Poems

“Al fin y al cabo, ¿qué clase de ciencia es ésa, capaz de poner un hombre en la luna pero incapaz de poner un pedazo de pan en la mesa de cada ser humano?”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, Marina

“Ayden and Blake stared each other down.
"Oh. My. God," Luna blurted from Ayden's back seat. "It's a love triangle."
We all looked at her like she'd sprouted an alien from her head. "it's just like in a book. Two guys after one girl and-"
I groaned. "That's ridiculous, Luna, this is not a love triangle."
"Says the girl in the middle of a love triangle. Luna ignored my protests and prattled on. "Not one Hexy Boy but two. I've got to call Danica. Oooo," she squealed and clapped her hands,"We could have teams. Team Ayden and Team Blake. With T-shirt and buttons and-"
"I could make a website," Lucian offered.
"No!" My voice pitched with panic. "No teams. No shirts. No-"
"I'll get you some headshots," Blake said, turning his profile towards Luna and Lucian. "I've been told the left is my best side. What do you think?"
"Aurora's right," Ayden said. "This is buts. Blake you can follow us-"
"Dude, you know no one would pick Team Ayden. You're just jealous."
"That's not true. My team would be way bigger than yours."
"Dare to dream, little man, dare to dream."
"Care to make a wager on it?"
"Absolutely."
"Fine. How about-"
"You two shut up!" I shoved myself out of the car.”
― A&E Kirk, Demons at Deadnight

“Would I cheat to save my soul?
No.
But to save my G.P.A.?
Yes.”
― Julie Anne Peters, Luna

“Me? I had no dreams. No longings. Dreams only set you up for disappointment. Plus, you had to have a life to have dreams of a better life.”
― Julie Anne Peters, Luna

“I'm looking for someone
to quench my thirst-for all eternity"
-Luna Maxwell”
― Ellen Schreiber, Vampireville

“Commitment. That's what it's all about. Taking that convenant together. Bonding yourselves for all eternity. Isn't that what we are all looking for? Maybe Alexander wasn't ready to do that with me, but it's obvious he isn't ready to do that with you, either.”
― Ellen Schreiber, Cryptic Cravings

“She could tell me a thousand things with her eyebrows alone, this girl. Sometimes I wanted to shave them off just to spite her.”
― L.J. Shen, Broken Knight

“So she looked upon the wolves, who were dwindling in number, and back at the humans who no longer cared for their own, and combined their spirits. She took the loyal, protective, possessive natures of the wolf and took the intelligence, emotions, and love of the human and brought them together. She designed us to be a pack.”
― Quinn Loftis, Out of the Dark

“The start of a new novel carried with it a sense of occasion, and the alphabets in Luna’s mind started to shuffle their letters in anticipation. She opened the book and began to read...”
― Kevin Ansbro, In the Shadow of Time

“A strange structure untangled itself out of the background like a hallucination, not part of the natural landscape. It was a funny-shaped, almost spherical, green podlike thing woven from living branches of trees and vines. A trellis of vines hung down over the opening that served as a door.
Wendy was so delighted tears sprang to her eyes.
It was her Imaginary House!
They all had them. Michael wanted his to be like a ship with views of the sea. John had wanted to live like a nomad on the steppes. And Wendy... Wendy had wanted something that was part of the natural world itself.
She tentatively stepped forward, almost swooning at the heavy scent of the door flowers. Languorously lighting on them were a few scissorflies, silver and almost perfectly translucent in the glittery sunlight. Their sharp wings made little snickety noises as they fluttered off.
Her shadow made a few half-hearted attempts to drag back, pointing to the jungle. But Wendy ignored her, stepping into the hut.
She was immediately knocked over by a mad, barking thing that leapt at her from the darkness of the shelter.
"Luna!" Wendy cried in joy.
The wolf pup, which she had rescued in one of her earliest stories, stood triumphantly on her chest, drooling very visceral, very stinky dog spit onto her face.
"Oh, Luna! You're real!" Wendy hugged the gray-and-white pup as tightly as she could, and it didn't let out a single protest yelp.
Although...
"You're a bit bigger than I imagined," Wendy said thoughtfully, sitting up. "I thought you were a puppy."
Indeed, the wolf was approaching formidable size, although she was obviously not yet quite full-grown and still had large puppy paws. She was at least four stone and her coat was thick and fluffy. Yet she pranced back and forth like a child, not circling with the sly lope Wendy imagined adult wolves used.
You're not a stupid little lapdog, are you?" Wendy whispered, nuzzling her face into the wolf's fur. Luna chuffed happily and gave her a big wet sloppy lick across the cheek. "Let's see what's inside the house!"
As the cool interior embraced her, she felt a strange shudder of relief and... welcome was the only way she could describe it. She was home.
The interior was small and cozy; plaited sweet-smelling rush mats softened the floor. The rounded walls made shelves difficult, so macramé ropes hung from the ceiling, cradling halved logs or flat stones that displayed pretty pebbles, several beautiful eggs, and what looked like a teacup made from a coconut. A lantern assembled from translucent pearly shells sat atop a real cherry writing desk, intricately carved and entirely out of place with the rest of the interior.
Wendy picked up one of the pretty pebbles in wonder, turning it this way and that before putting it into her pocket.
"This is... me..." she breathed. She had never been there before, but it felt so secure and so right that it couldn't have been anything but her home. Her real home. Here there was no slight tension on her back as she waited for footsteps to intrude, for reality to wake her from her dreams; there was nothing here to remind her of previous days, sad or happy ones. There were no windows looking out at the gray world of London. There was just peace, and the scent of the mats, and the quiet droning of insects and waves outside.
"Never Land is a... mishmash of us. Of me," she said slowly. "It's what we imagine and dream of- including the dreams we can't quite remember.”
― Liz Braswell, Straight On Till Morning

“The young princess was a beautiful as daylight, She was more beautiful even than the queen herself.”
― Marissa Meyer, Winter

“There was a reason she was so romantic about the moon. It never asked her questions or begged for the answers, nor did she ever have to prove herself to it. It was always just there â€� breathing, shining, and in ways most humans can’t understand.”
― Christopher Piondexter

“La luna guardava la terra da vicino da più tempo di chiunque altro. Probabilmente era stata testimone di tutti i fenomeni accaduti e di tutte le azioni compiute quaggiù. Ma manteneva il silenzio e non raccontava nulla. Lassù non c’era aria né vento; il vuoto era adatto a conservare i ricordi. Nessuno era mai riuscito a sciogliere il cuore della luna.”
― Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 #1-2

“Lună de lună lucrurile își pierd duritatea; chiar trupul meu lasă acum să treacă prin el lumina; È™ira spinării îmi este moale precum ceara lângă flacăra unei lămpi. Visez, visez.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves

“She insisted that they focus their energies on raising a little girl who was, by nature, a tangle of mischief and motion and curiosity.”
― Kelly Barnhill, The Girl Who Drank the Moon

“¿Crees que la luna realmente rota alrededor de la tierra? Yo no lo creo. La verdad es que hay un hueco en el cielo y la luz de otro mundo brilla a través de él y se ve como la luna para nosotros.”
― Suehiro Maruo, Der Lachende Vampir

“Una noche de luna que hace el amor con la muerte. Una noche de sacrificios”
― Roxana B. Rodriguez, Te amo hasta los huesos

“E pareva giocasse nella notte morente, la luna, libera e sola nel deserto del cielo crepuscolare, sopra la terra ancora addormentata; e si nascondeva, e riappariva tra le fronde, e si specchiava nell'acqua destandovi mille sorrisi, compiacendosi a vedersi nuda, libera e sola.”
― Grazia Deledda, Marianna Sirca

“Si tienes un problema con la Luna en el cielo y eres infeliz, cambia tú mismo, porque la Luna no cambiará.”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“The Luna Maria

The moon has two distinct terrains, the very old highlands, and the younger, smoother maria. The maria are lunar seas formed by impact craters striking the surface of the moon, but that's not their most interesting feature. Even more fascinating are the names that astronauts and physicists have given to the maria. These include Sea of Tranquility, Sea of Serenity, Sea of Fertility, Sea of Storms, Sea of Peace, and Sea of Clouds.
Why is it that, with such romantic and imaginative names for the seas of the moon, the seas on earth get stuck with Black Sea, Red Sea, North Sea, and Baltic Sea?”
― Margot Berwin, Hothouse Flower and the Nine Plants of Desire

“Cuando creía que los gilipollas no podían ascender más, crearon esta estación lunar y se mudaron aquí.”
― Iván Gimeno San Pedro, APSU - Crónicas de la llegada

“De aullar a la luna en rituales de sectas y alucinógenos, habían pasado a conquistarla. La sociedad era un novio lozano que no sospechaba que en menos de quince años se aburriría de esa conquista y se marcharía a comprar cigarrillos al planeta de la esquina, sin planes de regresar.”
― Raff Minzer, Asesino de Santas

“La luna... Nadia non avrebbe potuto ritenere possibile, prima, che la luna potesse aver una voce o produrre un suono. Ma ogni volta che il sole calava, se lei era sveglia, la luna gridava dentro la sua testa.
In un posto sperduto tra le montagne almeno, le sembrava di trovare sollievo.”
― Antonella Vigliarolo, Nodo di sangue

“Me pregunto que quedará de todo lo que me rodea,
mil años después de esta noche, saldrá el Sol,
y nada quedará de este instante en la memoria.
Aunque podemos contemplar la Luna creciente sobre el mar, mientras el libro de la naturaleza escribe la historia de nuestras vidas, sin importar, nuestra breve existencia en la eternidad.
Mis ojos en un ²õ³Ü±ðñ´Ç sin fin, despiertan en esta pálida estrella azul.”
― Alejandro Mos Riera, Estrella errante

“Tenía el destello de la luz de la luna en los ojos.”
― Adalyn

“Tenía el destello de la luz de la luna en los ojos.”
― Adalyn Grace

“¿Qué me valen tu calma y tu terneza,
tranquila noche, solitaria luna,
si no calmáis del hado la crudeza,
ni me dais esperanza de fortuna?”
― José de Espronceda, El estudiante de Salamanca

“Ci sono diecimila modi per contemplare la luna, e tutti sono stati celebrati. Luna d'inverno che illumina un paesaggio nevoso. Luna che disegna a terra l'ombra leggera di una spalliera di glicini. Luna di lago, contemplata da un piccolo belvedere privilegiato; chi sogna, chi recita un frammento di dramma antico, e al ritmo dei versi il tuo riflesso danza fra i gigli acquatici.
Luna solenne che ti inquadri nel portico di un tempio, fra la campana e la sua corda pendente. La si guarda appoggiati a una colonna, e si pensa. Tu fai vivere la campana e le infinite lanterne sospese alla volta.”
― Thomas Raucat, L'onorevole gita in campagna

“He deserved more than a girl who couldn’t tell him how she felt.

He was perfect, and I was flawed. “Promise me.� His lips touched my temple, his warm breath sending shivers down my body.

Shivers that felt different—like they filled my lower belly with lava. Promise him what? I wondered. I nodded yes anyway, eager to please him, though he hadn’t completed his sentence. My lips moved.

“I promise. I promise. I promise.�

Maybe that’s why he didn’t trust me.

Why he’d sneak into my bedroom that night—and every night, for the next six years—and wrap his arms around me, making sure I was really okay.

Sometimes he smelled of alcohol.

Sometimes of another girl. Fruity and sweet and different.

Oftentimes, he smelled of my heartbreak.

But he was always making sure I was safe.

And he always left before my dad knocked on my door to wake me up.

For the next six years, before jumping through my window, Knight would drop a kiss on my forehead in the exact same spot where shortly thereafter Dad would kiss me good morning, the heat of Knight’s lips still on my skin, making my face radiate.”
― L.J. Shen, Broken Knight