Quotes about Moonlight
But in the moonlight your eyes glow like there's a fire burning in you. It's as if you were born to spread warmth and love.
— Mary Connealy
The Bible without the Holy Spirit is a sundial by moonlight.
— DL Moody
Those who see the nightly splendor of the moon are possessed by perverse ingratitude if they do not recognize the goodness of God.
— John Calvin
The mouth snaked toward the narrow crack where Paul and Jessica huddled. Cinnamon yelled in their nostrils. Moonlight flashed from crystal teeth.
— Frank Herbert
Go out of the house to see the moon, and' t is mere tinsel; {it will not please as when its light shines upon your necessary journey.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
Buffalo gals, won't you come out tonight,And dance by the light of the moon?
— Anonymous
There's a moon now, almost full. Good luck for owls; bad luck for rabbits, who often choose to cavort riskily but sexily in the moonlight, their brains buzzing with pheromones.
— Margaret Atwood
It was while gliding through these latter waters that one serene and moonlight night, when all the waves rolled by like scrolls of silver; and, by their soft, suffusing seethings, made what seemed a silvery silence, not a solitude; on such a silent night a silvery jet was seen far in advance of the white bubbles at the bow.
— Herman Melville
It was a very very nice letter you wrote by the light of the stars at midnight. Always write then, for your heart requires moonlight to deliquesce it. And mine is fried in gaslight, as it is only nine o'clock and I must go to bed at eleven.
— Virginia Woolf
In bed that night with the lights out and the cool room swimming with moonlight, Anthony lay awake and played with every minute of the day like a child playing in turn with each one of a pile of long-wanted Christmas toys.
— F Scott Fitzgerald
At eleven she sat with Dick and the Norths at a houseboat café just opened on the Seine. The river shimmered with lights from the bridges and cradled many cold moons.
— F Scott Fitzgerald
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.
— Charles Dickens