There was only the cemetery itself, spread out in the moonlight like a soft grey hallucination, a stony wilderness of Victorian melancholy. — Audrey Niffenegger Copy Share Image
“Just to love! She did not ask to be loved. It was rapture enough just to sit there beside him in silence,… — Lucy Maud Montgomery Copy Share Image
The sun shines upon us, the moonlight appears around us, the stars we look up at, the looks we give each other… — Kevin McCarty Copy Share Image
Why won't you be my blue sky so I can be your sunshine, you can be my horizon I'm coming to you… — Manny X Copy Share Image
Are you happy?" she [Clarisse] said. "Am I what?" he [Montag] cried. But she was gone- running in the moonlight. Her front… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
The owl flies, in the moonlight, over a field where the wounded cry out. Like the owl, I fly in the night… — Georges Bataille Copy Share Image
They enter, locking themselves in, descend the rugged steps, and are down in the Crypt. The lantern is not wanted, for the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“Moonlight does things to a street scene that no other natural or man-made phenomenon can effect. People walk slower, their smiles lingering… — Bailey Bristol Copy Share Image
“At midnight when the fire had burnt down, and leaving the door wide open that she might have the lights behind her,… — Enid Bagnold Copy Share Image
“Did he suggest taking you for a walk in the moonlight?" "How did you know?" Virginia sighed. "That's what he does. I… — Sabrina Jeffries Copy Share Image
Some time in the night I got up, tiptoed to my window, and looked out at my doghouse. It looked so lonely… — Wilson Rawls Copy Share Image
“We give them different names, those nights lit only by fire and the moon, depending on the country and the calendar, but… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
It [Moonlight movie] deals with drug addiction, drug dealing, and single parenthood, but they are three dimensional characters. You understand where they… — Andre Holland Copy Share Image
“I’ve seen his eyes soften and sparkle in the moonlight. I’ve seen a smile crack those lips, heard a laugh ring from… — Sandy Williams Copy Share Image
“Pleasure is wild and sweet. She likes purple flowers. She loves the sun and the wind and the night sky. She carries… — J. Ruth Gendler Copy Share Image
She had acquired some of his gypsy ways, some of his nonchalance, his bohemian indiscipline. She had swung with him into the… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I hate this language with its false words like sunset. The sun does not set. It doesn't rise either. It just… — Jeffrey McDaniel Copy Share Image
The stars are the jewels of the night, and perchance surpass anything which day has to show. A companion with whom I… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
Tanith frowned. Did people still go on DATES any more? She was sure they did. They probably called it something different though.… — Derek Landy Copy Share Image
Moonlight streamed in, sending loving beams over his face. He closed his eyes and basked in it, and I could tell it… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
“You know how you can think you know someone or think you know them but maybe you only know them one way?"… — Carrie Ryan Copy Share Image
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
So asking you to take a moonlit walk with me, that would totally not work?" "What?" Again that glare. "Go away. Stop… — Michael Grant Copy Share Image
The fastest I ever did that was when Kill the Moonlight came out after Girls Can Tell, and I remember both labels… — John Britt Daniel Copy Share Image
“He blinked. “Have you ever run naked through the woods?” “Certainly.” She allowed a moment to enjoy the way his eyes flared.… — Dana Marton Copy Share Image
All is going on as it was wont. The waves are hoarse with repetition of their mystery; the dust lies piled upon… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“That’s all a shadow is—and though you might be prejudiced against the dark, you ought to remember that that’s where stars live,… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“Slender beams of moonlight enter through the tall trees. As I kneel, always driven, always alone, frozen here, waiting. Angelic forms appear,… — Peace Gypsy Copy Share Image
“Detached gibbous moonlight, Befalls me, Lying still on a sandy hill, In a place far from home. Home, where your warm hands,… — Richard Kinsella Copy Share Image
Poetry, which is our relation to the senses, enables us to retain a living relationship to all things. It is the quickest… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The melancholy river bears us on. When the moon comes through the trailing willow boughs, I see your face, I hear your… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
For a moment, I believe, there was a stillness. A shocking realization by all things - beetles, dormice, the spiders spinning their… — Alexander Masters Copy Share Image
“The moonlight streaming through the sheer draperies revealed Taylor smiling, boneless and peaceful in Will's embrace. The most dangerous man Will knew… — Josh Lanyon Copy Share Image
“The moonlight fell across her gold strands, looking for all the world like copper threads. I half expected them to sing in… — Fisher Amelie Copy Share Image
It sometimes strikes me how immensely fortunate I am that each day should take its place in my life, either reddened with… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
“Life is very tough and fragile at the same time, it never backs down or surrenders, but will break open to reveal… — Anthony Liccione Copy Share Image
The whole Mediterranean, the sculpture, the palm, the gold beads, the bearded heroes, the wine, the ideas, the ships, the moonlight, the… — Lawrence Durrell Copy Share Image
I watched her die many times. In my way, not in hers. In sunlight, in shadow, by moonlight, by candlelight. In the… — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
“The moonlight rained down on the beach as if to shine a spotlight on my solitude, and I wanted to cry out… — Rachael Wade Copy Share Image
“Once I’m out of the woods and on the main road, a full moon bathes the fields around me in a shimmering,… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image