#moonlight

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

#light #moonlight #sadness #spirit #life

Moonlight is sculpture. ↗

— Nathaniel Hawthorne

#sculpture

Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness. ↗

— Allen Ginsberg

#hide #inner #madness #moonlight #your

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 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

How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold: There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins; Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it." - Lorenzo, Acte V, Scene 1 ↗

— William Shakespeare

#moonlight #the-merchant-of-venice #william-shakespeare #music

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

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dejan-stojanovic #literature #literature-quotes #moon #moonlight

It's odd how fast a beautiful woman can turn a guy's mind into lint storage. Just by being a beautiful woman. ↗

— Dennis Lehane

#moonlight-mile #women #beauty

A truly great book should be read in youth, again in maturity and once more in old age, as a fine building should be seen by morning light, at noon and by moonlight. ↗

— Robertson Davies

#age #book #building #fine #great

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

#faith #futility #moonlight #mortality #night