Quotes About Moonlight

Love is the moonlight when the moon is your heart.

The moon is a poem in a starry night.

The night was a river. After the candle was blown out, they lay together on the old bed in strips of silver moonlight filtered through the shutters, drifting lazily, cut loose from their past and future. The night took care of them.

I am ancient. I am dust held together by moonlight.

Kocur i teraz siÄ™ wtrÄ…ciÅ': -Za to ja wyglÄ…dam jak najprawdziwsza halucynacja. ProszÄ™ zwróci? uwagÄ™ na mój profil w Å›wietle ksi??yca. - WlazÅ' w sÅ'up ksi??ycowego Å›wiatÅ'a i chciaÅ' coÅ› jeszcze doda?, ale poproszono go, ?eby siÄ™ zamknÄ…Å', wiÄ™c odparÅ': - Dobrze, dobrze, mogÄ™ milcze?! BÄ™dÄ™ milczÄ…cÄ… halucynacjÄ…. - I zamilkÅ'.

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

the passing gleams of the moonlight between the scudding clouds crossing and passing, [are] like the gladness and sorrow of a man's life.

Suddenly, I became conscious of the fact that the driver was in the act of pulling up the horses in the courtyard of a vast ruined castle, from whose tall black windows came no ray of light, and whose broken battlements showed a jagged line against the moonlit sky.

Overhead, the tanequil's branches formed a silvery green canopy in the moonlight, its strange webbing of orange lines shimmering softly.

Moonlight flooded through the open window, illuminating a bed, a chest at its foot, and a small table and chair. There was nothing else, and what remained was splintered and broken and empty of anything useful. Bones from another life, the skeleton of better times—it made her cry all over again.

The Pyramids of Tsort by moonlight!' breathed Ysabell, 'How romantic!' MORTARED WITH THE BLOOD OF THOUSANDS OF SLAVES

I stood with my arms stretched wide and trembling, and I felt as if the black sky was my body and I felt as if the white moon, far above me, unwrinkled and shining, was my mind.

What are you grinning at?' Nal muttered. As if in response, the gull spread its wings and opened its shadow over the miniature ruins of the castle - too huge, Nal thought, and vaguely humanoid in shape - and then it flew off, laboring heavily against the wind. In the soft moonlight this created the disturbing illusion that the bird had hitched itself to Nal's shadow and was pulling his darkness from him.

We are all raccoon-drunk on moonlight and bloodshed and the heady, underblossom smell of the forest.

The wild, dark lords of Moonlight Square definitely made up their own dangerous breed. They fit right in with the haunted atmosphere that still lingered in this place, as though they were drawn to it. Each an island of gloom and brooding isolation unto himself, they drifted through Society like great, ominous thunderheads, crackling with the tension of pent-up lightning and liable to rage into a storm at any moment.

When I sleepwalk into your room, and pick you up, and hold you up in the moonlight, you cling to me hard, as if clinging could save us. I think you think I will never die, I think I exude to you the permanence of smoke or stars, even as my broken arms heal themselves around you.

Little sleep's-head sprouting hair in the moonlight, when I come back we will go out together, we will walk out together among, the ten thousand things, each scratched too late with such knowledge, the wages of dying is love.

It was while gliding through these latter waters that one serene and moonlight night, when all the waves rolled by like scrolls of silver; and, by their soft, suffusing seethings, made what seemed a silvery silence, not a solitude; on such a silent night a silvery jet was seen far in advance of the white bubbles at the bow. Lit up by the moon, it looked celestial; seemed some plumed and glittering god uprising from the sea.

A vague memory stirred of a moonlit bathroom and blood, black in the moonlight, pooling on the floor. Jadrin shuddered and the boy opened his eyes. They were the colour of violets.

Dressed in black, he reclined in the shell like a huge cat; his burnished hair a pale glory in the lady-light of the moon. The man was, or at least strongly resembled, my dream phantom, Beth Metatronim. He was holding Keea in his arms.

The wailing owl Screams solitary to the mournful moon.

Darkness disturbedBy the haunting white moonlightGrey half clouds fail to containThe moon's lust for the night.

I could make love with you until the moon decides to never glow again.

Even the moon cannot escape your intoxicating charms...