Best 135 quotes in «moonlight quotes» category

The full Moon's light poured into the room like a stroke from a wide paintbrush...

Their wedding night was in all truth a thing of beauty: the splendor of the celebrations, the hushed intimacy of a private walk under the cryptic light of a large moon, the unexpected delight discovered in the reflection of a candle's flicker in a decanter of aged wine, finally the silent weeping in each other's arms through a night that seemed infinite in its innumerable dimensions.

The missions were always changing- sometimes collecting jars of rain, paper bags of hiccups, adopting lost moonbeams and folding them into cake batter. Or perhaps investigating glittering slug trails left in the moonlight, finding the owners of abandoned buttons, or playing the sousaphone for caterpillars still in their cocoons.

The moon can never breathe, but it can take our breath away with the beauty of its cold, arid orb.

[The moon] ... is an example of practiced stability … it wanes when it must, and reliably returns to full strength … it is a humble model of reasonable potential that I can emulate, and follow.

The moonlight gave us courage and the fire made us rebels.

The moonlight covered the tombstones with an ethereal glow, and the statues above the tombs stood like silent guards waiting for something to happen.

The moon was coming slowly up over the hill in front of them. The countryside was bathed in light, pale and cold and silvery. Everything could be seen quite plainly, and Lotta and Jimmy thought it was just like daytime with the colours missing.

The moon was up now and the trees were dark against it, and he passed the frame houses with their narrow yards, light coming from the shuttered windows; the unpaved alleys, with their double rows of houses; Conch town, where all was starched, well-shuttered, virtue, failure, grit and boiled grunts, under-nourishment, prejudice, righteousness, inter-breeding and the comforts of religion; the open-doored, lighted Cuban boilto houses, shacks whose only romance was their names

The moon rose up that evening and shot her silver arrows at the house under the artu tree. The house was empty. Then the moon came across the sea and across the reef. She lit the lagoon to it's dark, dim heart. She lit the coral brains and sand spaces, and the fish casting their shadows on the sand and the coral. The keeper of the lagoon rose to greet her, and the fin of him broke her reflection on the mirror-like surface into a thousand glittering ripples. She saw the white staring ribs of the form on the reef. Then, peeping over the trees, she looked down into the valley, where the great stone idol had kept it's solitary vigil for five thousand years, perhaps, and more. At this base, in his shadow, looking as if under his protection, lay two human beings, naked, clasped in each other's arms and fast asleep. One could scarcely pity his vigil, had it been marked sometimes through the years by such an incident as this. The thing had been conducted just as the birds conduct their love affairs. An affair absolutely natural, absolutely blameless and without sin. A marriage according to Nature, without feasts or guests, consummated with accidental cynicism under the shadow of a religion a thousand years dead.

The moon seems unaware of night's dark hitting on the damp warm rain misguiding owl's spitting A thunder light of love raising hearts beating while weather learns more from rain lovers meeting

The moon was low but not full. The men set out along the dock in conversation. As they dropped onto the dark beach, Simmons declared, ‘There can be no better place in the world than this.’ Henderson had to agree. The beach was beautiful. The stars lit the sand and balmy air rode in as the waves washed up on paradise

The one created thing which we cannot look at is the one thing in the light of which we look at everything. Like the sun at noonday, mysticism explains everything else by the blaze of its own victorious invisibility. Detached intellectualism is (in the exact sense of a popular phrase) all moonshine; for it is light without heat, and it is secondary light, reflected from a dead world. But the Greeks were right when they made Apollo the god both of imagination and of sanity; for he was both the patron of poetry and the patron of healing. Of necessary dogmas and a special creed I shall speak later. But that transcendentalism by which all men live has primarily much the position of the sun in the sky. We are conscious of it as of a kind of splendid confusion; it is something both shining and shapeless, at once a blaze and a blur. But the circle of the moon is as clear and unmistakable, as recurrent and inevitable, as the circle of Euclid on a blackboard. For the moon is utterly reasonable; and the moon is the mother of lunatics and has given to them all her name.

The night was nippy and a few stars were out, dimmed by the grin of a crescent moon.

The meeting of the two lonely souls is the meeting of the dark sea with the moonlight.

There is a moon, that rests in the quiet corners of a lover’s lips.

There was something in the moonlight tonight. It was stroking the stonework and spires, leaning into cracks between the cobblestones, caressing the stained-glass windows. She felt her heart lift with magic.

The sharp light of the stars and moon sliced away her misconceptions and pared down their layers until the feelings that had always existed between them lay bare.

The soft moonlight, The shimmering sky, The rays of the moon, and Bunch of sparkling stars.

The splendid beauty of this living world,and its subtle moonlight glint wakes a mild youth’s mind,whose colors are of pensive green,and tranquil white to ink his visions keen.

This time, I wanted to enjoy the passion that burned between us until we were both about to combust.

Things are just things, they can't bring back the dead.It just makes me feel better. - Hiiragi

Walking under Dusk, Moonlit leaf shadows were cast on my skin from the trees above, every step I took was taking a step deeper into magic. Silent whispers of mystical mouthes pulling me in deeper. Then the lights from inside the house turned on. A few seconds later, the fence lights went on. Just like that, the leafy ghosts on my skin ran away and the faery voices ran home. It seems like the creations of man kill magic in so many ways— even the light bulb does this! Oh to be a race of people designing magical things, if someone could capture pieces of Moonlight and place it in a jar; or other things like that, then we could stop killing the magic and be filled with it instead. Or maybe we are already always filled with it. It's the bringing out that we have trouble with. Stop being a doorknob, darling! Be magical, instead!

There was something of the wildwood in the man who came and went illusive as moonlight moving through the branches.

We are born to kiss the stars and dance with the Moon.

With skin dressed only in moonlight, she beckons you to her secret garden.

You don’t need a sad soul to feel the beauty of a dead grave Just stay with the pale moon when darkness wants the night to be brave

when I finally begin to drift into sleep your memory is the...first and the moonlight the last, to kiss my face.

You need a poetic touch from the outer space? Then you need the moonlight!

Your eyes have the colour of the moon,

You should be more careful when you move, my dear what with you... spilling moonlight into my poem, with a mere flick of your hand.

When the wolf howls and the moon dims hope fades with the waning light. Evil lurks at every turn as shadows waltz across the ebony night. Behold the midnight hour where all of reason takes flight.

You could wish for brighter moonlit skies But from a fair distance, they all look pretty much like mere streetlights.

Have you ever danced with the Devil in the pale moonlight?

And she sees that the moonlight is losing its orange glow. It has become buttery, and will soon turn to silver.

How bright and transparent the moonlight of wisdom.

How does it happen that something that makes so much sense in the moonlight doesn't make any sense at all in the sunlight?

He who would see old Hoghton right Must view it by the pale moonlight.

Don't blame it on the sunshine. Don't blame it on the moonlight. Blame it on the boogie.

I dissolved, so white, so unapproachable, amid my white flame, in the whiteness of moonlight

I am a fruitarian and I will only eat leaves picked by virgins in the moonlight - Steve Jobs

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.

I caught a pebble in the moonlight.

I have said no To everything, in order to get at myself. I have wiped away moonlight like mud.

If there is moonlight outside, don't stay inside! If there is candle inside, don't stay outside! Moments of romanticism are too valuable to be missed!

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

I don't think the sunrise is as good as the moonlight.

I was just really happy to see Barry [Jenkins] and Mahershala [Ali] and everyone else involved with "Moonlight" get their moment.

Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania

Like all good ruins, I look better by moonlight.