How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!Here will we sit and let the sounds of musicCreep in our ears: soft stillness and the nightBecome the touches of sweet harmony.Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor...

I walked with my eyes on the path, but out of the corners of them I saw a man hiding behind an olive tree. He did not move as we approached, but I fell that...

In presence of the Moon nobody sees stars.

Anyhow, I took every stitch of clothing off and got out of bed. And I got down on my knees on the floor in the white moonlight. The heat was off and the room must...

I made a wish on a sliver of moonlightA sly grin and a bowl full of stars

Mahtab looked out of the window at the moon clearing the rooftops, bathing everything around in its silver light. She sighed, envying Nasim’s freedom. For just like Mahtab’s namesake, as the moonlight was beholden to...

The wastes of snow on the hill were ghostly in the moonlight. The stars were piercingly bright.

This is what I am talking about: the bewitching power of moonlight. Moonlight incites dark passions like a cold flame, making hearts burning with the intensity of phosphorus.

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...

Once a month, ripe with psychic energy, the moon grows to Her zenith. Blazing full with the sun’s rays through the night sky, it is with great compassion and love for her children that she...

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

Moonlight signifies a time when there is hope in darkness, but you have to focus on that hope.

On the misty window of her room, she let her finger trace a broken line. She was that line.

Come quickly with me.Inhale the divine that swoopsfrom nostril to blunted throatthen sneaks past guarded doorsinto the hallway of your heartwhere the lamplight grows.

A Cathedral Façade at MidnightAlong the sculptures of the western wallI watched the moonlight creeping:It moved as if it hardly moved at allInch by inch thinly peepingRound on the pious figures of freestone, broughtAnd poised...

The peaceful splendour of the night healed again. The moon was now past the meridian and travelling down the west. It was at its full, and very bright, riding through the empty blue sky.

Hasn’t there always been a moon?””Bless you. Not in the slightest. I remember the day the moon came. We looked up in the sky–it was all dirty brown and sooty gray here then, not green...

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.

moonlight disappears down the hillsmountains vanish into fogand i vanish into poetry.

White in the moon the long road lies,The moon stands blank above;White in the moon the long road liesThat leads me from my love.Still hangs the hedge without a gust,Still, still the shadows stay:My feet...

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.

Horses are calmer people. They also don’t throw things at cats.

Southampton’s barrage balloons floated gleaming in the moonlight like the ghosts of elephants and hippos.

Reflection is a good reminder of the truth! You may turn your eyes away from the truths, but the reflections will remind them to you! And anything which describes a truth well is a reflection...

Just to love! She did not ask to be loved. It was rapture enough just to sit there beside him in silence, alone in the summer night in the white splendor of moonshine, with the...

Give mea moon-blanket nightto keep me warma long-gone smileto comfort mea pair of rain-blue eyesto haunt mea simple soul…to love me.

Moonlight does things to a street scene that no other natural or man-made phenomenon can effect. People walk slower, their smiles lingering on contended faces. Horses that usually move along fast enough to stir up...

You don’t need a sad soul to feel the beauty of a dead graveJust stay with the pale moonwhen darkness wants the night to be brave

Tape the sound of the moon fading at dawn. Give it to your mother to listen to when she’s in sorrow.

It is rather exciting to write by moonlight.

I love it when the dark bottle of night spills out, and the Moon writes in chalk about us

… going out late at night and laying in the dewy field and reading a Kurt Vonnegut book by moonlight.

it was the kind of moonthat I would want to send back to my ancestorsand gift to my descendantsso they know that I too,have been bruised…by beauty.

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

Success is the moon and happiness is moonlight.

Your skin is transparent as distilled moonlight

Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight just a touch in the fire burning so bright no I don’t wanna mess this thing up I don’t wanna push too far just a shot...

i want to be in love with youthe same wayi am in love with the moonwith the lightshiningout of its soul.

Lilith opened the shutters and allowed herself to bathe in the bright moonlight, as it shone across the Highland Glen.

Overhead the sliver of a moon barely illuminated anything and shadows slunk on every corner.

La luna era ormai alta alta nel cielo, s’era rimpicciolita e pareva non volesse più aver che fare col mondo, tutta assorta nella contemplazione di quello che ci stava al di là. Al mondo, pareva...

Go on, she urged. Lie to me by the moonlight. Do a fabulous story.

…once I saw you in moonlight and I can tell you – the silvery dust of the stars doesn’t shimmer like you…

Now come the whispersbearing bouquets of moonbeamsand sunlight tremblings.

The crickets still sing in October. And lilly, she’s trying to bloom. Tho she’s resting her head on the shoulder of death, she still shines by the light of the moon.

when I finally begin to driftinto sleepyour memory is the…firstand the moonlightthe last, to kiss my face.

She had acquired some of his gypsy ways, some of his nonchalance, his bohemian indiscipline. She had swung with him into the disorders of strewn clothes, spilled cigarette ashes, slipping into bed all dressed, falling...

You and I, under the moonlight, together until the stars don’t shine any more… The world slips away as we dance in the fire as we had never yet danced…in anticipation of the red flame,...

Here, also, the future was cried aloud by the wind through the rocks, so that all those who heard would shiver, and then the liquid spring song of the thrush would make all the beauty...