Quotes About Moonlight

Cambridge by moonlight was light blue and brownish black. There was no mist here and a great vault of clear stars hung over the city with an intent luxurious brilliance. It was the sort of night when one knows of other galaxies. My long shadow glided before me on the pavement. Although it was not yet eleven o'clock the place seemed empty and I moved through it like a mysterious and lonely harlequin in a painting: like an assassin.

and rout the magical mystical moonlight with fierce proof of its own greater power to light, to heat, to make everything known.

En la tenue claridad de la luna cada uno adivinó el amor en los ojos del otro.

When you hear romantic music It makes you want to take your girl out to dinner or buy her something or take her out In the moonlight or take her on a walk.

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

The moonlight caught the glint of his lip ring, which he was now fondling with the tip of his tongue as he stared down at me. It was a bit awkward.

And as you lay in my arms oh woman you looked more beautiful than the moon!

Her hand warmed from his touch and she hoped the cloud-covered moon hid her blush.

Moonlight, in a familiar room . . . is a medium the most suitable for a romance-writer.

A mo?e bÄ™dziesz grzaÅ'a swe ciaÅ'o liliowe Przy ksi??yca promieniach; zaÅ› gdy gÅ'ód zÅ'owrogi Zajrzy - czy z pustÄ… kiesÄ… na gwia?dziste drogi Zbiera? zÅ'oto pod??ysz w sfery lazurowe? Ranimeras-tu donc tes épaules marbrées Aux nocturnes rayons qui percent les volets? Sentant ta bourse à sec autant que ton palais Récolteras-tu l'or des voûtes azurées?

I got up and walked back to my roominghouse. The moonlight was bright. My footsteps echoed in the empty street and it sounded as if somebody was following me, I looked around. I was mistaken. I was quite alone.

The moonlight came in with the sounds of the city: juke boxes, automobiles, curses, dogs barking, radios … We were all in it together.

All eyes were eagerly fixed on the low wooded hills which slept in the moonlight, spangled by fireflies, with a million dancing stars; all nostrils drank greedily the fragrant air, which swept from the land, laden with the scent of a thousand flowers; all ears welcomed, as a grateful change from the monotonous whisper and lap of the water, the hum of insects, the snore of the tree-toads, the plaintive notes of the shore-fowl, which fill a tropic night with noisy life.

I could flay you and wear your skin as a cloak, and caper in the streets in the moonlight. But some might consider that crass treatment of a guest. I nod. "Well, some people got no sense of humor, do they? "I am one of those people.

Tell me what you feel in your room when the full moon is shining in upon you and your lamp is dying out, and I will tell you how old you are, and I shall know if you are happy.

As soon as I saw the script for 'Moonlight Drawn By Clouds,' I thought it was fun, and I really wanted to do it.

People saw 'Moonlight' because it was excellent.

Moonlight is my theater group. They are my home. I feel greatly appreciated there. That type of satisfaction, money can't buy.

I auditioned for 'Moonlight' without knowing anything. I went in the room, and I didn't know the lines as well as I should have. I didn't know a thing about the script. I wasn't told anything. I heard it was a low-budget film, and my agent told me to do it. I was super-ignorant to it.

The moonlight fell upon the earth like a magic unearthly dawn. It wiped away all rawness, it hid all sores. It gave all common and familiar things--the sagging drift of the barn, the raw shed of the creamery, the rich curve of the lawyer's crabapple trees--a uniform bloom of wonder.

wash the black mud from my hands. On a light given off by the grave I kneel in the quick of the moon At the heart of a distant forest And hold in my arms a child Of water, water, water.

There's no point in saving the world if it means losing the moon.

Every fifteen minutes or so the harvest moon would bleed through the tourniquet of cloud cover that conspired to squeeze every droplet of pictorial sentiment out of the Skagit landscape in order that a more refined Chinese moon might brush the countryside. In the aloof washes of moonlight no form seemed to stir.

You are my heart, my soul," he said, his arms going around my waist and holding me tightly. "As you are mine," I repeated. The magic in the air got stronger, thrumming through the forest, matching the rhythm of our breathing, matching the beating of our hearts. "Dance with me, this night and for the rest of our nights," he said. "For as long as the moon shines in the sky and for as long as we live underneath her.