The moon has set.
A man touched down on the moon. A wall came down in Berlin. A world was connected by our own science and imagination.
Claude, an autotropic boy in my class whose skin is green due to chlorophyll, dreams of foresting the moon.
When the full moon falls down on the roof at night, all the farmers are woken up.
It is generally believed that a trip to the moon will be made possible during this century.
Buddha, impressed by the rabbit's efforts, raised him unto the moon and set him in that form forever more.
Each of us is like the moon: there is a dark side of us that we do not let others see.
As for Shinto gods, there are the goddess of the Sun, the god of the moon and even old trees have their gods.
If people really landed on the moon half a century ago, why haven't they done it again?
Oh luck! Like the moon, you steadily change, you always grow and then wither again.
Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody.
No animal builds beautiful churches, plays tennis, tells jokes, writes songs or visits the moon.
María looked at the starry sky, with a quarter moon that illuminated that autumn night.
Christopher Columbus once landed on the moon, but mistook it for Antarctica.
They promise us the moon, but I suspect we can wait for the fulfillment of those promises till hell freezes over.