„Floating to shore... riding a low moon... on a slow cloud.“


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„Let's build us a happy, little cloud that floats around the sky.“

—  Bob Ross American painter, art instructor, and television host 1942 - 1995
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„Low stir of leaves and dip of oars
And lapsing waves on quiet shores.“

—  John Greenleaf Whittier American Quaker poet and advocate of the abolition of slavery 1807 - 1892
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„I put down the oars and float endlessly as if to the eternal shore. Blue light of the moon shines on my sail. My boat is gliding to a secure haven. Only silent waves break against it. Deepest silence surrounds me and my soul builds a golden bridge to a star.“

—  Joseph Goebbels Nazi politician and Propaganda Minister 1897 - 1945
Ich lege die Ruder ein und fahre endlos, wie einem ewigen Gestade zu. Mondlicht spielt blau auf meinem Segel. Mein Nachen gleitet in einen sicheren Hafen. Nur leise schlagen die Wellen an meinen Kahn. Die tiefste Stille ist um mich, und meine Seele spannt eine goldene Brücke zu einem Stern.

Edward M. Purcell photo

„Motion at low Reynolds number is very majestic, slow, and regular.“

—  Edward M. Purcell American physicist 1912 - 1997
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„Look! The moon like a testicle hangs low in the sky. This bodes not well.“

—  Robin Williams American actor and stand-up comedian 1951 - 2014
Context: I would like to do Shakespeare's only unknown piece, That's the Way I Lick It... It's a bleak night my Lord. Look! The moon like a testicle hangs low in the sky. This bodes not well.... Anon, post-haste, let's get a larger crowd in here. Free Cocaine! There's no luck. Does anyone have drugs to ease my pain? My Kingdom for a Quaalude! … It is the end! I must go, for I cannot come here, and yet, it has been brief, 'tis over, and the lights do turn bright. <!-- You aren't going to help me are you? Performance at the L.A. Improv (1977)

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„Our glories float between the earth and heaven
Like clouds which seem pavilions of the sun.“

—  Edward Bulwer-Lytton English novelist, poet, playwright, and politician 1803 - 1873
Act v, Scene iii.