If anyone would understand loneliness, the moon would.
Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. Then your love would also change.
The moon is always jealous of the heat of the day, just as the sun always longs for something dark and deep.
She didn’t quite know what the relationship was between lunatics and the moon, but it must be a strong one, if they used a word like that to describe the insane.
The moon was but a chin of gold A night or two ago, And now she turns her perfect face Upon the world below.
Moonlight drowns out all but the brightest stars.
On the horizon, he saw the full moon. God dropped it there, he was sure, as a reminder that what is beautiful is fleeting.
The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human. Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.
Love is spiritual. It’s about self-sacrifice and commitment. And discipline. You cannot have true love without discipline. And respect. When you lose the respect of your spouse, you’ve lost everything.
A person who cannot control his words shows that he cannot control himself, and is unworthy of respect.
I can be hurt, she said, only by people I respect.
We need to understand that there is no formula for how women should lead their lives. That is why we must respect the choices that each woman makes for herself and her family. Every woman deserves the chance to realise her God-given potential.