Sailor Moon Love Quotes

Who wants that? I'd rather choose to fall in love and be hurt. Sometimes I can't even sleep because I love someone too much. And there's always sadness in our lives. It's that sad feeling that keeps us going. - Usagi/Sailor Moon

Fighting evil by moonlight, winning love by daylight, never running from a real fight, she is the one named Sailor Moon!

Endymion, you are my first love, my only love... even if we're reborn, in another life, we'll find each other... and then... We'll fall in love again... - Princess Serenity

Girls have to be strong to protect the men they love.

We mustn't keep meeting like this. Communications between the people of the moon and earth is forbidden...it is the way of the gods...we mustn't fall in love...but its already too late......

If i would ever fall in love.....I'm sure I would want that person to belong to me. I'd make them all mine.......but I might ruin them in the process. So I'm never going to fall in love. I don't need love right now. I have friends with the same purpose as me. I have all of you. -Rei

The Voyager We are all lonely voyagers sailing on life's ebb tide, To a far off place were all stripling warriors have died, Sometime at eve when the tide is low, The voices call us back to the rippling water's flow, Even though our boat sailed with love in our hearts, Neither our dreams or plans would keep heaven far apart, We drift through the hush of God's twilight pale, With no response to our friendly hail, We raise our sails and search for majestic light, While finding company on this journey to the brighten our night, Then suddenly he pulls us through the reef's cutting sea, Back to the place that he asked us to be, Friendly barges that were anchored so sweetly near, In silent sorrow they drop their salted tears, Shall our soul be a feast of kelp and brine, The wasted tales of wishful time, Are we a fish on a line lured with bait, Is life the grind, a heartless fate, Suddenly, "HUSH", said the wind from afar, Have you not looked to the heavens and seen the new star, It danced on the abyss of the evening sky, The sparkle of heaven shining on high, Its whisper echoed on the ocean's spray, From the bow to the mast they heard him say, "Hope is above, not found in the deep, I am alive in your memories and dreams when you sleep, I will greet you at sunset and with the moon's evening smile, I will light your path home.. every last lonely mile, My friends, have no fear, my work was done well, In this life I broke the waves and rode the swell, I found faith in those that I called my crew, My love will be the compass that will see you through, So don't look for me on the ocean's floor to find, I've never left the weathered docks of your loving mind, For I am in the moon, the wind and the whale's evening song, I am the sailor of eternity whose voyage is not gone.

This is life. Learning to love through loss. Seeking warm pockets in the bitter cold. Finding the worth of a smile on a cloudy day. Carrying the weight of the world on weary shoulders—mistakes, sins, injustices—added upon daily. Enduring burdens that spur greater strength. This is life. Sorting through layers of expressions staring you straight in the eye. A battle to be right when wrong, to be good when bad, to be content when in need, and to laugh when tearing up. This is life. Valuing things of no worth. Reevaluating dreams. Laboring ceaselessly against the current. Seeing less, wanting more, having enough. This is life. Chasing the moon when the sun would extend its warmth. Slapping the hand that would offer a gentle caress. Cowering at personal, monstrous shadows. Giving and taking in unbalanced weights. Diminishing the majesty of mountains in order to form our own lowly hills. Hoping for more than we deserve. This is life. Hurting. Despairing. Losing. Weeping. Suffering. Laboring. Sinking. Mourning. Appreciating with greater capacity and sincerity a learned knowledge that these adversities do have their opposites. This is life. A taste. A revelation. A banishment. A mercy. A test. An experience. A turbulent sea-voyage that shall assuredly reach the unseen shore, making seasoned sailors of us all. This is life.

[...] The moon passes into clouds so hurt by the streetlights of your glance oh my heart The act of love is also passing like a subway bison through the paper-littered arches of the express tracks the sailor sobers he feeds pennies to the peanut machines Though others are in the night far away lips upon a dusty armpit the nostrils are full of tears High fidelity reposed in a box a hand on the windowpane the sweet calm the violin strings tie a young man's hair the bright black eyes pin far away their smudged curiosity Yes you are foolish smoking the bars are for rabbits who wish to outlive the men

You see, when we find ourselves adrift on the vast sea of love, we are tempted to grasp tighter at the rudder and oars of reason and pragmatism, thinking they will offer the same control they do on calmer tides. But affection churns the waters more than mortal grit and canniness can conquer; what sailor dares to match the moon's pull strength for strength? What cause have you to pit yourself against your heart's own sea? Why not instead believe the current's course is fair, and set aside your oars? Enjoy your moments with Lloyd. Cherish them for what they are.In my humble opinion, your current turmoil stems from fighting the current, from not fully accepting that your behaviors and feelings are those of a woman deeply in love.

Once again I am riding my bike on the streets of loneliness. Your thoughts are the anchor that make me ride fast yet not lose my balance. You had promised me that you would never leave me alone. But I do know that the love that you have bestowed on me is more precious than the biggest pearls discovered by the sailors on their voyages of prosperity. I too sail on myriad voyages in the ocean of my life. And your love holds my ship steady on those turbulent waters of life when the moon even does not show her face to me!

Once again I am riding my bike on the streets of loneliness. Your thoughts are the anchor that make me ride fast yet not lose my balance. You had promised me that you would never leave me alone. But I do know that the love that you have bestowed on me is more precious than the biggest pearls discovered by the sailors on their voyages of prosperity. I too sail on myriad voyages in the ocean of my life. And your love holds my ship steady in those turbulent waters of life when even the moon does not show her face to the world!

The Little Star That Could" Once upon a time, in a sky far, far away, there was a little star named Twinkle. Unlike the other stars that shone brightly every night, Twinkle was just a tiny speck of light. Every night, she looked at her bright friends and wished she could shine as brightly as they did. One night, the Moon came by and saw Twinkle looking sad. "Why so glum, little star?" asked the Moon. "I'm not as bright as the others. I want to shine brightly too," Twinkle replied. The Moon smiled gently and said, "Every star has its own time to shine. You have a special light within you, and one day, you'll find it." Encouraged by the Moon's words, Twinkle decided to try harder. She started by helping a lost night bird find its way home. Then, she twinkled as best as she could to guide sailors at sea. With every good deed, she felt a warm glow inside. Days passed, and Twinkle kept doing good deeds. One night, as she helped a little girl find her way home, she felt a sudden warmth. Twinkle looked down and saw that the little girl was looking up at her and smiling. The girl whispered, "Thank you, little star, for guiding me home." At that moment, Twinkle felt a burst of joy and, to her surprise, she began to shine brighter than ever before. All the other stars noticed and cheered, "Look, Twinkle is shining so brightly!" From that day on, Twinkle became known as the star who shines the brightest, not just with her light, but with her kindness and love. And she learned that it's not just about how bright you are, but about the warmth you bring to others' lives. And so, Twinkle continues to shine, reminding everyone that even the smallest star can make a big difference. The End.

I’m going to take you to the moon one day, Atlas Hale,” Nova promises like she believes it’ll happen. He never gave much thought to love — not before Nova. But when he is with her, he can see it. He can see love. In her eyes, in her smile, in the soft touch that drifted down his forearm; Atlas can see it, and for once, he finds himself wanting it one day. “I think I’d like that.” To Nova, the moon is infinite. “I think that I would like that a lot.” And an infinity with Nova doesn’t seem so bad. “Just you and me, Hawkins. To the moon?” She holds up her pinky at his words, and he nearly groans at the sight. Shaking his head, Atlas hooks his pinky around her own. “To the moon.” Nova nods.

The streets of downtown Shanghai likewise seemed a continuous freak circus at first, unbelievably alive with all manner of people performing almost every physical and social function in public: yelling, gesturing, always acting, crushing throngs spilling through every kind of traffic, precariously amidst old cars and new ones and between coolies racing wildly to compete for ricksha fares, gingerly past "honey-carts" filled with excrement dragged down Bubbling Well Road, sardonically past perfumed, exquisitely gowned, mid-thigh-exposed Chinese ladies, jestingly past the Herculean bare-backed coolie trundling his taxi-wheelbarrow load of six giggling servant girls en route to home or work, carefully before singing peddlers bearing portable kitchens ready with delicious noodles on the spot, lovingly under gold-lettered shops overflowing with fine silks and brocades, dead-panning past village women staring wide-eyed at frightening Indian policemen, gravely past gambling mah-jongg ivories clicking and jai alai and parimutuel betting, slyly through streets hung with the heavy-sweet acrid smell of opium, sniffingly past southern restaurants and bright-lighted sing-song houses, indifferently past scrubbed, aloof young Englishmen in their Austins popping off to cricket on the Race Course, snickeringly round elderly white gentlemen in carriages with their wives or Russian mistresses out for the cool air along the Bund, and hastily past sailors looking for beer and women—from noisy dawn to plangent night the endless hawking and spitting, the baby's urine stream on the curb, the amah's scolding, the high falsetto of opera at Wing On Gardens where a dozen plays went on at once and hotel rooms next door filled up with plump virgins procured for wealthy merchants in from the provinces for business and debauch, the wail of dance bands moaning for slender bejeweled Chinese taxi dancers, the whiteness of innumerable beggars and their naked unwashed infants, the glamour of the Whangpoo with its white fleets of foreign warships, its shaggy freighters, its fan-sailed junks, its thousand lantern-lit sampans darting fire-flies on the moon-silvered water filled with deadly pollution. Shanghai!

Satisfied mind ----------------- Silent all around — solitude Suddenly the cricket makes the melody Walking in rows of chained ants The white cotton cloud goes float far unknown Astray sea gull at the target of the hunter eagle The colorful butterflies are flies away their wings flutter of at the exuberance of free mind The head- high mountain wants to touch the sky In the ocean, the rushing ship’s tired sailor waiting to be anchored in the harbor The spiral coconut tree on edge say goodbye with swinging to the newcomer ship In the flickering light of the sun, pearl glows in vast sands In the swarm of coil-rolled mosquitoes, finch’s suddenly clutch The evening lamp is lit in the dim light of the firefly Don’t know why, the billowy waves of the distant sea, endless drunk dancing on the beach? The boundless blue sky is seeing steadfast The calamitous howling of trampled beach, grain of sand, insects, creeper-shrub hurts the horizon Maybe they are candidates for the grace, salvation or love touch of the creator Sometimes the nature is calm Momentary peace, liveliness and satisfaction! But, the invisible rule goes his way to an unknown destination Suddenly a gentle breeze blows Beckoning with the hand of the magical silver moon, a thrill overwhelm Thrilled, I’m fascinated This is an unadulterated purity and holy feelings of happiness.

Now, then, raise your wand above your head and repeat after me,” Lilian said. Lindsay raised her wand high above her head. “I am the one who has been given a mission.” I can’t believe I’m doing this. “I am… the one who has been given a mission.” “Under the contract, release those powers unto me.” “Under… under the contract, release those powers unto me.” “The powers of love, friendship, and yuri.” This is so embarrassing. “The powers of love, friendship, and yuri. Wait. What’s yuri?” “Moon Prism Power: Activate!” “Moon Prism—wait a minute! You stole that last line from Sailor Moon!” “So? Every other line was stolen from Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha—except that one about love, friendship, and yuri. That one was mine,” Lilian said, her chest puffing up with pride. “Don’t look so proud of yourself!” Lindsay spat. “Ufufufu.” “Stop laughing!