Quotes About Moonlight

He was looking past Amy's naked body, over the crescent line between her chest and hip, haloed with tiny hairs, to where, beyond the weathered French doors with their flaking white paint, the moonlight formed a narrow road on the sea that ran away from his gaze into spreadeagled clouds. It was as if it were waiting for him.

What girl could fail to make a conquest who collapsed at a man's feet in the moonlight?

In a bowl to sea went wise men three, On a brilliant night of June: They carried a net, and their hearts were set On fishing up the moon.

When it came night, the white waves paced to and fro in the moonlight, and the wind brought the sound of the great sea's voice to the men on shore, and they felt that they could then be interpreters.

The smooth stones you pick up and examine under the moon's light have been made blue from the sea. Next morning when you pull them from your trouser pocket, they are still blue.

There may be trouble ahead - But while there's moonlight, and music, and love, and romance -Let's face the music and dance.

The memory of things gone is important to a jazz musician. Things like old folks singing in the moonlight in the back yard on a hot night or something said long ago.

How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank Here we will sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony

Sing again, with your dear voice revealing. A tone Of some world far from ours, where music and moonlight and feeling are one.

One series of notes, high and delicate, sang of a sweet moonlight kiss gone sour; another line of music rippled with regret over opportunities forever lost.

There is nothing in the world more peaceful than apple - leaves with an early moon.

I watched the moon alone, unable to share his cold beauty with anyone.

There is something haunting in the light of the moon it has all the dispassionateness of a disembodied soul and something of its inconceivable mystery.

Somewhere out there, beneath the pale moonlight, someone's thinking of me and loving me tonight.

I find joy and magic in every drop of moonlight. I hear songs of love in every glint of a star.

In the deep dark silence, my mind dances with the moonlight and feels the joy of this precious ephemeral life.

I often want to drink a cup of moonlight so that I may calm my heart and soothe my mind.

I like to love you as the moon loves the night. I only like to exist and feel my presence when you are with me.

Poetry is like standing on the edge of a lake on a moonlit night and the light of the moon is always pointing straight at you.

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

I get a little poetic sometimes. The moonlight does that to me.

She used to drag her mattress besider her low window and lie awake for a long while, vibrating with excitement, as a machine vibrates from speed. Life rushed in upon her through that window - or so it seemed. In reality, of course, life rushes from within, not from without. There is no work of art so big or so beautiful that is was not once all contained in some youthful body, like this one which lay on the floor in the moonlight, pulsing with ardor and anticipation.

I suppose there were moonless nights and dark ones with but a silver shaving and pale stars in the sky, but I remember them all as flooded with the rich indolence of a full moon.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses The dim gray sands with light, Far off by furthest Rosses We foot it all the night, Weaving olden dances, Mingling hands and mingling glances Till the moon has taken flight; To and fro we leap And chase the frothy bubbles, While the world is full of troubles And is anxious in its sleep. . . .