Quotes About Moonlight

once I saw you in moonlight and I can tell you - the silvery dust of the stars doesn't shimmer like you...

Moonlight possesses no alchemy to transmute good motives to base, but it does excite love magic...

Your skin is transparent as distilled moonlight

Night started to fall, then it fell, till it was lying all over the ground.

Through the window the stones of the graveyard stood out beyond the laurels in the moon, all the dead about, lives as much filled with themselves and their importance once as you this night, indecision and trouble and yearning put down equal with laughing into that area of clay, and they lay calm as you would one eternal night while someone full of problems and uncertainties would lie as awake as you in a room.

The icicles wreathing On trees in festoon Swing, swayed to our breathing: They're made of the moon.

and the words were night in the night and we were shadows.

Keith let his tail rise cockily, picture of a returning Prince, and trotted down the slope through cold reflected moonlight to his father's door.

No. I want to get out—outside. Out of this flat." "There's a full moon. Have you ever walked beside the Seine in the moonlight?" "No. Have you?" "Not with you. Let's go.

Like ghosts the children walked across the lawn on their bare feet. The moon was full. Above the damp grass hung a veil of mist, luminous with moonlight and spangled with fireflies. There was no wind, and the sound of the brook was very distinct, tinkling, splashing, running softly. It made Mona think of an ancient fountain, shaped like a shell, covered with moss, and set in a secluded garden. Something she half remembered, or imagined.

The tarn was surrounded by tough alpine grasses and thorn bushes with berries of candy pink and cough-drop red. At that camp the party's fire looked choked and small. And when the moon came out its light shone on and through the blue ice cliffs fastened to the black rock faces of surrounding mountains. The night breeze came as an icy downdraught carrying a scent of hostile nothingness, as if it blew all the way from the stars.

A midnight breeze fluttered the aspens and shimmered through the moon-silvered willows along the creek. Clouds billowed across the sky, veiling the stars as they passed." "Her lips were like the petals of a storm-blown rose, cool and soft and yielding.

She angled her head to look up at him. Her blue eyes were huge in the moonlight. One tear still clung to her lash, looking like a shining jewel. He touched it with his fingertip and it dissolved, warm and wet into his skin. His gaze shifter to her bowshaped mouth. Her lips trembled, then parted. A soft mew of a sound escaped them. There was nothing to do but kiss her.

I had high hopes for 'Moonlight,' just off the reaction I had while reading the script.

Spring-water in the green creek is clear Moonlight on Cold Mountain is white Silent knowledge—the spirit is enlightened of itself Contemplate the void: this world exceeds stillness.

They both had the same calm and dreamy little cast of mind. They delighted in stories, in old Breton legends, and their favorite sport was to go and ask for them at the cottage-doors, like beggars: Ma'am... or, Kind gentleman... have you a little story to tell us, please? And it seldom happened that they did not have one given them; for nearly every old Breton grandame has, at least once in her life, seen the korrigans dance by moonlight on the heather.

You must know that for certain simples to attain their highest virtues they must be pulled from grave soil by moonlight.

Kevään kukkien aikaan toivomme ettei olisi yötä, syksyllä kuutamossa, ettei päivä koittaisi.

In pale moonlight the wisteria's scent comes from far away

Her beams bemocked the sultry main,Like April hoarfrost spread;But where the ship's huge shadow lay,The charmed water burnt alwayA still and awful red.

Her sister - shimmering and translucent in the moonlight - was next to her, standing fiercely over Ethan with her fists balled up. And then, just as quickly, she was gone.

May Night" The spring is fresh and fearless And every leaf is new, The world is brimmed with moonlight, The lilac brimmed with dew. Here in the moving shadows I catch my breath and sing-- My heart is fresh and fearless And over-brimmed with spring.

two!" The centaur glanced back, his eyes glittering in the moonlight. "It be my job to see thee stays on. Relax. Put thy hands on me rump to balance thyself. There, now. Grip with thy legs.

Who said nights were for sleep?