Best 135 quotes in «moonlight quotes» category

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

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

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 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

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.

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

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

Your eyes have the colour of the moon,

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

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

How bright and transparent the moonlight of wisdom.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I caught a pebble in the moonlight.

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.

Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania

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 met her last summer on a moonlight boat trip.

It is that rare film [Moonlight] that comes along once in a while that catches the zeitgeist. This movie is that. I certainly have my fingers crossed that it is. Everyone needs to see this movie.

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

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

Like all good ruins, I look better by moonlight.

Like Melrose Abbey, large cities should especially be viewed by moonlight.

She smelled the way the Taj Mahal looks by moonlight.

Moonlight is sculpture.

Moonlight, white satin, roses. A bride.

I wondered how they would top the Pirates and skeletons and moonlight, because that's a pretty cool concept.

The beauty of the moonlight has no meaning for the bats and for the unfeeling minds!

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

So I walked away and left him standing there in the moonlight - watching over nothing.

An elegant behavior, an elegant look, an elegant word, an elegant posture, an elegant idea, they are all moonlight, mysterious and magical, calming and peaceful!

There was only the cemetery itself, spread out in the moonlight like a soft grey hallucination, a stony wilderness of Victorian melancholy.

Above, the stars faded behind the misty sky, and the sun fanned its light upon us. We melted into each other until the dawn slid into dusk, and the sun paled into the moon, and the stars, once lost, became found again.

A butterfly fluttered from flower to flower in the old garden, gracing the silvery-blue tips of the crocuses and what remained of the icy-white petals of the lady's prized tulips. The yellow strands on the butterfly's wings shimmered in the fading light, and Libby watched the creature in its journey, mesmerized by the graceful rise and fall of its dance. Her arms outstretched, Libby twirled around like she had as a girl, embracing the last rays of sunlight. Here in this garden, she was as free as the butterfly. Here she didn't have to hide. The butterfly climbed above the flowers and soared toward the lily pond. Beyond the pond were more flowers, hundreds of them, and then the trees. Soon the butterfly would curl up under a rock or leaf and rest for the night, hiding in the darkness, alone and vulnerable until the sun powered her wings again at dawn. Libby trailed the creature around the pond to see where it would land. If the night stayed warm, she might curl up beside the butterfly to rest, but not now. She no longer had to hide in these gardens. Soon the moonlight would glaze the paths with gold, and she would explore for hours, enveloped in the shadows and the light.

And so she remained, like everything that mattered to me then, secret—to be pursued in the woods by moonlight, when I was supposed to be studying.

A soft finger touched his shoulder and he turned to see a little man smiling in the moonlight. He wore an indescribable hat, his eyes were wide and astonished, as if everything were happening for the first time, and he had a dark describable beard.

A time when sky blue love bids farewell to the day and before dusk falls, the sunset ignites the smouldering embers of the moonlit soul...

Autumn night— Silvery moonlight, wind in pine trees.

A Cathedral Façade at Midnight Along the sculptures of the western wall I watched the moonlight creeping: It moved as if it hardly moved at all Inch by inch thinly peeping Round on the pious figures of freestone, brought And poised there when the Universe was wrought To serve its centre, Earth, in mankind’s thought. The lunar look skimmed scantly toe, breast, arm, Then edged on slowly, slightly, To shoulder, hand, face; till each austere form Was blanched its whole length brightly Of prophet, king, queen, cardinal in state, That dead men’s tools had striven to simulate; And the stiff images stood irradiate. A frail moan from the martyred saints there set Mid others of the erection Against the breeze, seemed sighings of regret At the ancient faith’s rejection Under the sure, unhasting, steady stress Of Reason’s movement, making meaningless.

Beauty Lies Within The unknown

Be calm...calm as a calm lagoon, then you will look beautiful as a beautiful calm lagoon crowned by the Moon and sheltered by the brilliance of the stars reclaiming your royalty of regal life...

Darkness disturbed By the haunting white moonlight Grey half clouds fail to contain The moon's lust for the night.

Bronze-limbed and well-knit, like a statue wrought by a Grecian, he stood on the sand with his back to the moon, and out of the foam came white arms that beckoned to him, and out of the waves rose dim forms that did him homage. Before him lay his shadow, which was the body of his Soul, and behind him hung the moon in the honey-coloured air.

Dazed, she glanced around; the dark shapes of huge leaves reared above the denser dark of heavy pots, grouped upon a tiled floor. Moonlight streamed through walls of long windows and panes in the ceiling, silvering paths wending between sends of palms and exotic blooms. The rich scents of earth and the warm humidity of growing things hung on the heavy air.

Do not think of yourself as a crescent moon, waiting for someone else to fill in the missing part of you. When you stand alone like a full moon, already complete in yourself, you will meet another person who is whole and complete just like you, and between you two, a healthy relationship can grow. Do not try and fit yourselves to each other to make one whole moon. Instead, be more like two full moons. You’ll respect each other’s individuality and interests while creating a relationship in which each of you shines brightly on the other