The moon, our own, earthly moon is bitterly lonely, because it is alone in the sky, always alone, and there is no one to turn to, no one to turn to it. All it can do is ache across the weightless airy ice, across thousands of versts, toward those who are equally lonely on earth, and listen to the endless howling of dogs. (“A Story About The Most Important Thing”)
He seemed, indeed, to accept everything without the least condemnation though often grieving bitterly.
Authorization is only required to store your personal settings and favorites.
Log in with:
Use this code for embedding the Quote anywhere
