Sailor Moon Love Quotes

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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
Naoko Takeuchi (Sailor Moon, Vol. 1 (Sailor Moon, #1))
Fighting evil by moonlight, winning love by daylight, never running from a real fight, she is the one named Sailor Moon!
Naoko Takeuchi
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
Naoko Takeuchi
Girls have to be strong to protect the men they love.
Naoko Takeuchi
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......
Naoko Takeuchi
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
Naoko Takeuchi
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.
Shannon L. Alder
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.
Richelle E. Goodrich (Smile Anyway: Quotes, Verse, and Grumblings for Every Day of the Year)
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!
Brandon Varnell (A Fox's Mission (American Kitsune, #11))
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.
Ashraful
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!
Avijeet Das
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!
Avijeet Das
[...] 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
Frank O'Hara (Lunch Poems (City Lights Pocket Poets Series))