You can be the moon and still be jealous of the stars.

Shoot for the moon and if you miss you will still be among 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 would rather dance alone under the stars than spend a lifetime hiding behind the moon.