Quotes About Moonlight

Seeing the moonlight Spilling down Through these trees, My heart fills to the brim With autumn.

At that same moment, I became convinced that somewhere another sad and pitiful girl was doing the wash and smiling softly at this very moon.

Dreamers can find their way by moonlight and their only punishment is that they see the dawn before the rest of the world.

Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.

Héctor Belascoarán Shayne, detective independiente, se tomó el cuerpo con las manos y se estrechó en un autoabrazo solitario, en la oscuridad lunar y la lluvia. «No contaban con mi astucia», se dijo, citando al Chapulín Colorado. Su reserva de frases absurdas era enorme.

If I told you your bare ass looks fantastic in the moonlight, would you hold that against me?

Moonlight streamed in, sending loving beams over his face. He closed his eyes and basked in it, and I could tell it was calling to him, even though the moon was not full. She didn't speak to me, but Samuel had once described her song to me in the words of a poet. The expression of bliss on his face while he listened to her music made him beautiful.

Argued with your back-fence neighbor," Adam said, his voice very gentle. "And watched him when he wasn't looking," I agreed. "Because every once in a while, especially after a full moon hunt, he'd forget that I could see in the dark, and he'd run around naked in the backyard." He laughed silently. "I never forgot you could see in the dark," he admitted.

Truth comes to us in resemblance, in shade. In moonlight. In grasping what exists through what we cannot make exist.

I tread paths by moonlight that others fear to speak of during day.

El desconocido era pura oscuridad: capa negra con capucha, máscara negra, guantes negros. Encanis estaba delante de mí ofreciéndome una moneda de plata en la que se reflejaba la luz de la luna.

As I made my desolate way back to the stairs, my wise self took the opportunity to berate me. That is what comes of hope, it said. No good. Still, you are better having missed her. She could never have been equal to her voice. That voice, fair and terrible as burning silver, like moonlight on river stones, like a feather against your lips.

Moonlight knew no colors and traced the contours of the terrain only very softly. It covered the land a dirty gray, strangling life all night long. This world molded in lead, where nothing moved but the wind that fell sometimes like a shadow over the gray forests, and where nothing lived but the scent of the naked earth, was the only world he accepted, for it was much like the world of his soul.

He is overcome with the disease of love, the drunkenness of generations past. When are we ourselves, he wonders, trudging through the snow-covered banks, his coat illuminated by moon-light.

Oh the moonlight's fair tonight along the Wabash.From the fields there comes the breath of new-mown hay;Through the sycamores the candle lights are gleaming,On the banks of the Wabash, far away.

I array the moonlit ceiling with a mosaic of question-marks; How was it I was so lucky to have ever met you?

They do not seem to believe in their good fortune, And their song mingles with the moonlight.

Lazarevo drips you into my soul, dawn drop by moonlight drop from the river Kama. When you look for me, look for me there, because that's where I'll be all the days of my life.

The moonlight will guide me to the world of freedom.

What looks like crazy on an ordinary day looks looks a lot like love if you catch it in the moonlight.

What looks like crazy on an ordinary day, looks a lot like love when you catch it in the moonlight.

Though the sound overpowers, Sing again, with your dear voice revealing A tone Of some world far from ours, Where music and moonlight and feeling Are one.

TO THE QUEEN OF MY HEART. (Published as Shelley's by Medwin, "The Shelley Papers", 1833, and by Mrs. Shelley, "Poetical Works", 1839, 1st edition; afterwards suppressed as of doubtful authenticity.) 1. Shall we roam, my love, To the twilight grove, When the moon is rising bright; Oh, I'll whisper there, In the cool night-air, 5 What I dare not in broad daylight!

The loveliest of faces are to be seen by moonlight, when one sees half with the eye and half with the fancy.