#moonlight

A pretty face had been damaged by acne scars and she wore and extra forty pounds on her frame like a threat. Her eyes were dull with anger disguised as apathy. If she kept on her current path, she'd grow into the type of person who fed her kids Doritos for breakfast and purchased angry bumper stickers with lots of exclamation points. But right now, she was just another in a long line of pissed-off small-town girls with a shitty outlook. ↗

— Dennis Lehane

#bad-moms #moonlight-mile #anger

Amid the moon and the stars, amid the clouds of the night, amid the hills which bordered on the sky with their magnificent silhouette of pointed cedars, amid the speckled patches of the moon, amid the temple buildings that emerged sparkling white out of the surrounding darkness - amid all this, I was intoxicated by the pellucid beauty of Uiko's treachery. ↗

— Yukio Mishima

#moonlight #night #treachery #beauty

Tape the sound of the moon fading at dawn. Give it to your mother to listen to when she's in sorrow. ↗

— Yoko Ono

#love #moonlight #family

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

Attraction is explained as a function of reincarnation: people who knew each other in past lives are helpless in the face of an emotion which has passed, untouched, through bodily death. Who wouldn’t be? ↗

— Brenda Walker

#reading-by-moonlight #death

I now resolved to go to bed early, with a firm purpose of also rising early the next day to revisit this charming walk; for I thought to myself, I have now seen this temple of the modern world imperfectly; I have seen it only by moonlight. ↗

— Karl Philipp Moritz

#bed #charming #day #early #firm

Music is moonlight in the gloomy night of life. ↗

— Jean Paul

#gloomy #life #moonlight #night

...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

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