Quotes About Moonlight

a small piece of silk. It was at once iridescent and delicate, and shone with a colour no Occidental could ever have conceived....I held it in my hands, allowing it to cascade from my fingers. It was shot through with so many strands of colour that every time it moved its appearance changed: moonlight, emeralds and pearls all passed through my hands. This cold chameleon so transformed itself that I could scarcely believe it was the same piece of cloth.

Chuseok is coming soon, and I hope you spend a good time with your family. You can spend Chuseok with 'Moonlight Drawn by Clouds' as well.

The true joy of a moonlit night is something we no longer understand. Only the men of old, when there were no lights, could understand the true joy of a moonlit night.

Anybody who plays the stock market not as an insider is like a man buying cows in the moonlight.

his whimper dying in his throat. There had been a flash of white moonlight reflecting off pale skin, and when the second one passed, he clapped his hand over his mouth to stifle his cry of terror at what he saw. The

A beam of moonlight shone through a barred window set high in the wall and fell on her face. A single tear rolled down her cheek, like a liquid diamond.

The goddess of dreams, she thought, if there were such a person, would wear gossamer and moonlight. No sooner did she think it than she was it. Her skin let off a subtle glow. Her dress floated like evaporating mist, and a corona of stars and fireflies perched on her red-brown hair.

of night crowded into the slanting places beyond the reach of the dawn.

Curious. (You know, if curious means "impossible" or "freaky" or…"indelibly awesome.") And now my head feels all full of moonlight or starlight or something. Or snow. My head feels like a snow globe that's been shaken, and glitter is swirling around in it like unmoored stars.

She craved the moonlight and the wind. She wanted to feel the infinite depth of space above and around her.

What the hell was she doing? This was real. Not some fantasy. "We probably shouldn't ---" "Blame it on the moonlight." He spoke the words close and then his mouth covered hers. With the warmth of his palms against her cheeks and the pressure of his lips pressed to hers, Janie had to think the full moon was a s good an excuse as any for losing her mind and letting Tyler kiss her.

Hunter slipped from the bed and grabbed his breeches to pull them on. Bathed in moonlight, the planes of his body were gilded with silver, its contours cast into delineative shadow. Clutching a fur to her chest, Loretta sat up, pretending not to notice. She did, though, and what she saw set her pulse to skittering. Perhaps beautiful wasn't an appropriate adjective for a man, but it was the only word that came to her.

A Comanche moon. Good light to kill by.

plum blossoms in the moonlit glow of a late February calm cool night — magical soul-stirring springtime sight

The profusion of cherry lights, flashlights and headbeams darted over the lot, picking out details: mud puddles reflecting moonlight and shadows, the neon haze of Hollywood in the distance.

The moon is the reflection of your heart and moonlight is the twinkle of your love.

Wisdom is like the moonlight that quietly inspires you.

He had searched for redemption under the bright dead moon, and he had come up empty-handed. Adam would die a thing that was alone and unloved. Just like that moon.

I heard nothing, but ever more clearly as the light of the half-moon grew sharper, I thought I could make out a dark shape, and soon, as it came nearer, I saw it. It sat on a horse, a high-boned, haggard white horse. A dark mantle fluttered across the figure's shoulders, and as he flew past, two burning eyes stared at me out of a pale face.

À noite, quando estou sozinho e a lua derrama as suas lágrimas, sei que o mundo voltaria a ser maravilhoso se estivesses aqui. Sem ti, o meu coração fica vazio, apenas com as lembranças que guarda. Tu, só tu, existes dentro de mim, à noite quando a lua chora.

I started my illustrious career with a pitchfork in my hand and saddle soap in my pocket. Idly he tugged a white blossom from the vine, tucked it into her hair. The gesture flustered her-the easy charm of it-and made her remember they were walking in the moonlight, among the flowers. Not,she reminded herself, a good idea.

May you have warm words on a cold evening, a full moon on a dark night, and the road downhill all the way to your door.

clear tonight.

Moonlight. The silvery sorcery of moonlight slipped through the windows. Roses. The fragile fragrance of roses floated on the air. Music. The muted magic of Beethoven drifted in from the apartment below.