One day you'll look around and realize, you lost the Moon while you were busy counting the stars.

Shoot for the start. But if you miss, you will destroy the moon.

What I really want to tell him is to pick up that baby of his and hold her tight, to set the moon on the edge of her crib and to hang her name up in the stars.

Yours is the light by which my spirit's born: - you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

I lost the ball in the moon.

When we get too caught up in the busyness of the world, we lose connection with one another - and ourselves.