Quotes About Moonlight

Her eyes glowed. She spoke as if confiding a secret. Have you noticed the moonlight?

in the huge gaunt ballroom where the palms splintered themselves in the shivering mirrors: leaking through the windows to where the moonlight waited patiently among the deserted public gardens and highways, troubling the uneasy water of the outer harbour

am recalling now how during that last spring (forever) we walked together at full moon, overcome by the soft dazed air of the city, the quiet ablutions of water and moonlight that polished it like a great casket. An aerial lunacy among the deserted trees of the dark squares, and the long dusty roads reaching away from midnight to midnight, bluer than oxygen.

Her smile is like summer moonlight-beautiful and magical, with a fire that could melt the night.

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. ERNEST:

She lifter the shade and bathed the room in silver. Moonlight glinted off the glass and metal instruments on her desk and vanished into the eaves. Moonlight skimmed over her floorboards and made Nero's eyes a shimmering green. It wasn't enough to work by. It wasn't enough to read by. But who needed to read? She knew them by heart.

It is rather exciting to write by moonlight.

I hope when you count the stars you begin with yourself, and may you embrace the moonlight with your dreams.

And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, They danced by the light of the moon… Edward Lear

Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life.

Hai sa hoinarim bezmetici pana la scaunele aurite. Nu suntem placuti, luna? Nu suntem minunati, stand aici, impreuna?

Each night I lie down in a graveyard of memories. Moonlight spins a shroud about me.

Love is not a businessman who wants to see a return on his investments. And imagination needs only a few nails on which to hang its veil. Whether they are of gold, tin, or covered with rust makes no difference to it. Wherever it gets caught, it is caught. Thornbush or rosebush, as soon as the veil of moonlight and mother-of-pearl has fallen on it, either becomes a fairy tale out of A Thousand and One Nights

Die Stadt, leise schwimmend im späten Mondlicht und dem Sausen der Automobilmotoren. Häuserreihen, lang, endlos sich dehnend, Fensterreihen, und hinter sie gepackt Bündel von Schicksalen, straßenweit. Herzklopfen von Millionen Menschen, unaufhörliches Herzklopfen, wie von einem millionenfältigen Motor, langsam, langsam die Straße des Lebens entlang, mit jedem Klopfen einen geringen Millimeter näher dem Tode zu.

Moonlight was a particular source of dread. That Friday, August 16, Cockett wrote in her diary, "With this gorgeous moon we all expect more tonight.

Suddenly everyone began paying attention to the phases of the moon. Bombers could attack by day, of course, but it was thought that after dark they would be able to find their targets only by moonlight. The full moon and its waxing and waning gibbous phases became known as the "bomber's moon.

Life had seemed so simple that morning when I had wakened and found the false spring… But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there, not even poverty, nor sudden money, nor the moonlight, nor right and wrong nor the breathing of someone who lay beside you in the moonlight.

Now we have done it. Now we really have done it." Yes, he thought. Now we have really done it. And when she went to sleep suddenly like a tired young girl and lay beside him lovely in the moonlight that showed the beautiful new strange line of her head as she slept on her side he leaned over and said to her but not aloud, "I'm with you. No matter what else you have in your head I'm with you and I love you.

you got him alone tonight--there'll be a beautiful moon to fill him with poetry and loneliness

The guards usually sing or whistle continuously, so that the sleeping herd may know that a friend and not an enemy is keeping vigil over their dreams. A sleeping herd of cattle make a pretty picture on a clear moonlight night, chewing their cuds and grunting and blowing over contented stomachs. The night horses soon learn their duty, and a rider may fall asleep or doze along in the saddle, but the horses will maintain their distance in their leisurely, sentinel rounds.

Moonlight, white satin, roses. A bride.

Snowlight, moonlight, a confusion of paw-prints.

Spilt, glistering milk of moonlight on the frost-crisped grass; on such a night, in moony, metamorphic weather, they say you might easily find him, if you had been foolish enough to venture out late, scuttling along by the churchyard wall with half a juicy torso slung across his back. The white light scours the fields and scours them again until everything gleams and he will leave paw-prints in the hoar-frost when he runs howling round the graves at night in his lupine fiestas.

The air for miles round Angkor Wat was thick with renunciation. Mrs. Rivers saw herself clearly in the moonlight outside the great ruins. Slim and alluring she stood in her riding-kit. No one would have taken her for forty-eight. Her intelligence, her mocking wit, her disillusionment with life, all these availed her naught against the overpowering passion of a late flowering love.