#moonlight

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

— Elizabeth Wein

#ghosts #hippos #moonlight #simile #simile

...once I saw you in moonlight and I can tell you - the silvery dust of the stars doesn't shimmer like you... ↗

— John Geddes

#moonlight #shimmer #silvery #stars #love

There was something of the wildwood in the man who came and went illusive as moonlight moving through the branches. ↗

— Janet Lee Carey

#moonlight #wildwood #love

Driving down 93, I realized once and for all, that I love the things that chafe. The things that fill me with stress so total I can’t remember when a block of it didn’t rest on top of my heart. I love what, if broken, can’t be repaired. What, if lost can’t be replaced. I love my burdens. ↗

— Dennis Lehane

#love

The true joy of a moonlit night is something we no longer understand. Only the men of old, when there were no lights, could understand the true joy of a moonlit night. ↗

— Yasunari Kawabata

#moonlight #night-sky #men

Anybody who plays the stock market not as an insider is like a man buying cows in the moonlight. ↗

— Daniel Drew

#buying #cows #insider #like #man

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, or the music of the aurora, or best of all the silky feeling of moonlight on our skin. It's worth being cold for that. ↗

— Philip Pullman

#moonlight #nature #winter #witches #beauty

Inside you there's an artist you don't know about. He's not interested in how things look different in moonlight. ↗

— Auguste Rodin

#artist #different #how #inside #interested

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. ↗

— Kevin Dalton

#death #moon #moonlight #october #death

The Moonlight sonata is a strange piece of music. It's been called a Lamentation. You can feel that when you play it, can feel the sorrow and the endless repetitions. It's simple to play but maddeningly difficult to play well. The arpeggios allow great freedom of expression. Too much freedom in untutored, unskilled hands. They say Beethovan wrote it for a seventeen-year-old countess, the Countess Giulietta Guicciardi. He may have loved her. ↗

— Tiffany Reisz

#the-moonlight-sonata #freedom