Moonlight Quotes

“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 asleep thus, indolence, timelessness...A region of chaos and moonlight. She liked it there.”
― Anaïs Nin

“Now come the whispers
bearing bouquets of moonbeams
and sunlight tremblings.”
― Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams

“Go on, she urged. Lie to me by the moonlight. Do a fabulous story.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, Gatsby Girls

“I get a little poetic sometimes. The moonlight does that to me.”
― Julie Kagawa

“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.”
― H. G. Wells

“...once I saw you in moonlight and I can tell you - the silvery dust of the stars doesn't shimmer like you...”
― John Geddes, A Familiar Rain

“Southampton's barrage balloons floated gleaming in the moonlight like the ghosts of elephants and hippos.”
― Elizabeth Wein, Code Name Verity

“going out late at night and laying in the dewy field and reading a Kurt Vonnegut book by moonlight.”
― John Green, Looking for Alaska

“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.”
― Enid Blyton, Mr Galliano's Circus

“...Moonlight possesses no alchemy to transmute good motives to base, but it does excite love magic...”
― John Geddes, A Familiar Rain

“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.”
― Thomas Hardy, Collected Poems

“Now I really have it all. I've been given some bullshit in my time, but that....”
― Tim O'Rourke, Moonlight

“There was something of the wildwood in the man who came and went illusive as moonlight moving through the branches.”
― Janet Lee Carey, Dragonswood

“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 the dust off the street plod lazily in the clear, cool night. And in dark corners where people forget to look, the goons come out.”
― Bailey Bristol, The Devil's Dime