Moon Goddess Quotes

“Long ago, darkness reigned over the night. People were afraid and remained inside their shelters from sundown until sunrise. The goddess Selene saw their fear and gave light to their nocturnal world by driving her moon chariot across the starry sky. She followed her brother Helios, who rode the sun and caught his shining rays on her magnificent silver chariot, then cast them down to earth as moonbeams. She felt pride in the way the earthlings were comforted by her light.
But one night when she had abandoned her chariot to walk upon the earth, she noticed that in times of trouble many people lost all hope. Their despair bewildered her. After considering their plight, she knew how she could make her moon the greatest gift from the gods.
From then on she drove around the earth and each night caught her brother's rays from a different angle. This way the face of the moon was everchanging. People watched the moon decrease in light every night, until it could no longer be seen from the earth. Then after three nights of darkness, a crescent sliver returned and the moon increased in light until it was fully illuminated as before. Selene did this to remind people that their darkest times can lead them to their brightest.
The ancients understood Selene's gift in the lunar phases. Each night when they gazed at the moon, they knew Selene was telling them to never give up hope.”
― Lynne Ewing, The Secret Scroll

“Often, the moon in witchcraft is equated to the divine feminine, but in a Queer Craft we might step outside of the gender binary and remind ourselves that the moon itself has no gender. It need not always be considered a goddess and contrary to some people's assertions, the moon has sometimes even been seen as a god.”
― Storm Faerywolf, The Satyr's Kiss: Queer Men, Sex Magic & Modern Witchcraft

“Selene, the goddess of the moon-"
"She's real, too?" Tianna knew at once that Selene was the mysterious force who had directed her to run. That also explained why her internal guide was strongest during the full moon and weakest during the dark of the moon.
"Selene saw the creature that had been sent by the Atrox to devour hope," Serena said. "She took pity on the people of earth and gave her daughters, like guardian angels, to guard hope. We're those daughters. We're goddesses.”
― Lynne Ewing, The Lost One

“a gathering of women and men linking hands in a circle. The full, bright circle of the Moon rising bone-white above them.
The group lifted their joined hands to the sky, reaching for the Moon. “O Lady of the Mirror and the Scythe. She who walks the paths both seen and unseen – finding that which is known, that which is yet to be known.”
In unison, they turned to face the eastern horizon. “O Lady of the Sun,” they called. May you nourish us within your warmth, nourish the valley and the forest. We praise you now, as you shine on your sister Moon: retrieving her from her wanderings into the world of the unborn and of the dead.”
― Tamara Rendell, Lahana

“Moonlight poured through an opening in the roof, reflecting off a rectangle of water leading to a giant statue of Selene. Narcissus and roses made a path from the door to the water's edge. Their intoxicating fragrance was mixed with the smoky aroma of incense burning on pedestals on either side of an altar in front of the water. The bluish smoke twisted into the air, circling up to the heavens.”
― Lynne Ewing, The Talisman

“Moonlight overwhelmed her. The milky glow spun around her, becoming brighter and brighter. Her chest ached with its unbearable beauty, and at the same time something pure and longed for penetrated her being, flowing through her with pain and pleasure. She gasped at the strength of this newfound power and closed her eyes, but when she tried to open them again, another force kept them shut. Even with them closed, she could sense the terrible brightness of the moon’s silver radiance.
For a while she lost consciousness underwater or thought she had passed out. When she came to, she was floating. She blinked and stared up. The moon overhead seemed close enough to kiss. The air quivered with its magic. She had a vision, and in it Selene had revealed sacred mysteries, but then the goddess had given her something to drink to make her forget.
Penelope was certain it had only been a dream, but the sweet taste of honey, mint, and barley meal remained in her mouth, and a lingering feeling of terror and anguish still filled her heart. What had Selene told her? She tried to recall, but the last hazy fragments broke apart and, like a dream, floated into unconsciousness.”
― Lynne Ewing, The Talisman

“This will soothe you," the waitress said. She tipped the kettle, and steam rose from the spout, curling around Catty with the delicate fragrance of jasmine tea.
"Thank you," Catty said, her voice breaking; the woman's kindness made her want to cry again.
"Animis non astutia," the woman whispered.
Catty's head shot up. "Did you just speak Latin?"
"Did I?" The woman set an array of food and sauces on the table.
Catty nodded, certain of what she had heard. "You said, 'By courage, not by cunning.'"
The waitress shrugged. "It sounds like good advice for anyone who wants to triumph over impossible odds."
Then she handed Catty a single fortune cookie on a silver plate with the changing shapes of the moon engraved on its border.
"Don't forget to read your fortune," she said and took her tray to a nearby table to clear the dirty dishes there.”
― Lynne Ewing, The Prophecy