#moon

Life was too short and ended too suddenly. If you didn't take advantage of what you had today, tomorrow it might be ripped from you. ↗

— Ilona Andrews

#cerise #ilona-andrews #life #the-edge #life

The wastes of snow on the hill were ghostly in the moonlight. The stars were piercingly bright. ↗

— Maud Hart Lovelace

#hills #moonlight #nature #snow #stars

If you treat glass right, it doesn't crack. If you know the properties, you can make things; the color of dusk and night and love. But you can't control people like that and I really, really wish you could. I want the world to be glass. ↗

— Cath Crowley

#graffiti-moon #love #love

Love can be broken but never forgotten. ↗

— Ivy Devlin

#low-red-moon #love

Keep your 'lectric eye on me babe Put your ray gun to my head Press your space face close to mine, love Freak out in a moonage daydream, oh yeah! ↗

— David Bowie

#david-bowie #moonage-daydream #starman #ziggy #ziggy-stardust

Fuck easy, Ceri. If you love him, fight for him. Nothing worth keeping is free in this world. ↗

— Ilona Andrews

#love

Don't let's ask for the moon! We have the stars! ↗

— Olive Higgins Prouty

#loss #love #moon #stars #love

Loretta, I love you. Not like they told you love is, and I didn't know this either, but love don't make things nice - it ruins everything. It breaks your heart. It makes things a mess. We aren't here to make things perfect. The snowflakes are perfect. The stars are perfect. Not us. Not us! We are here to ruin ourselves and to break our hearts and love the wrong people and *die*. The storybooks are *bullshit*. Now I want you to come upstairs with me and *get* in my bed! ↗

— John Patrick Shanley

#love

For you, a comet, under a blue sky, leaves trail of color, For you, a star, dreams of being able to kiss you, dream to hear your voice For you, full moon, keep vigil for you, my girl, keep vigil for you, my love. ↗

— Miguel Ángel Sáez Gutiérrez

#love #moon #stars #dreams

Darling," he said distractedly,"about the moon..." "Yes?" "I don't think it matters whether you want it or not." "What are you talking about?" "The moon. I think it's yours." Victoria yawned, not bothering to open her eyes. "Fine. i'm glad to have it." "But--" Robert shook his head. He was growing fanciful. the moon didn't belong to his wife. It didn't follow her, protect her. It certainly didn't wink at anybody. But he stared out the window the rest of the way home, just in case ↗

— Julia Quinn

#home #love #moon #night #wink