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.

… 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...

…Moonlight possesses no alchemy to transmute good motives to base, but it does excite love magic…

The moonlight shines and billows; the broken clouds scud above the trees. Leaves fly everywhere. But the moonlight stays unmoved by the wind, passing through clouds, through air, in what seems to Werner like impossibly...

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...

I do not want to sleepfor fear I might miss the twinkle of the brightest starfor fear I may never knowhow the moon glimmers, in the darkest hour.

In the moonlight which is always sad, as the light of the sun itself is–as the light called human life is–at its coming and its going.

Just as the way sun is behind the moon’s light reflection, I know that everything which comes into my life, or every thing I notice, I see, I hear, has a story behind it. And...

Amid the moon and the stars, amid the clouds of the night, amid the hills which bordered on the sky with their magnificent silhouette of pointed cedars, amid the speckled patches of the moon, amid...

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

From the vast, invisible ocean of moonlight overhead fell, here and here, a slender, broken stream that seemed to plash against the intercepting branches and trickle to earth, forming small white pools among the clumps...

Some say that you should turn your face from the light of the moon. They say it makes you mad.I turn my face towards it and I laugh.Make me mad, I whisper. Go on, make...

Love, bemysticalas the flickering blue flameof nightas the fully-awokenmoonbeneath cobwebsof passing cloudsamidst chantinghigh-tidesfuzzy,as my blanketbig enough to illuminate a hundredthousand billion galaxiesand just small enough to fitinto my embrace.

There is a moonlight note in the Moonlight Sonata; there is a thunder note in an angry sky.

The moon was up, painting the world silver, making things look just a little more alive.

Inner peace is a quiet evening moonlight walk in the soft falling snow of our minds

I’ll be your friend in daylight. I’ll treat you as a comrade in every gas-lit ballroom. But alone, under moonlight, I’ll not pretend that I want you for anything but mine.

I wished upon the moon one night, bewitched by how it shone so white. While staring up with some excite my eyes beheld a wondrous sight! The moon so lustrous and white transformed into an...

I moonlight as a singer.

I want to take you under the moonlight.

We feel cold, but we don’t mind it, because we will not come to harm. And if we wrapped up against the cold, we wouldn’t feel other things, like the bright tingle of the stars,...

The moon is the reflection of your heart and moonlight is the twinkle of your love.

Night is my time…am not a vampire but i am a Night Rider….!

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...

Marco could not have known about the mystical effect of a full moon on cats and books left on their own in the library. Not until he saw the lines breathe, the words unveiled.

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

[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...

who knows if the moon’sa balloon,coming out of a keen cityin the sky–filled with pretty people?( and if you and I shouldget into it,if theyshould take me and take you into their balloon,why thenwe’d go...

Beauty Lies Within The unknown