#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

Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight just a touch in the fire burning so bright no I don't wanna mess this thing up I don't wanna push too far just a shot in the dark that you just might be the one I've been waiting for my whole life but baby I'm alright with just a kiss goodnight ↗

— Lady Antebellum

#moonlight #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

He loved her without desperation and needs and wants. With his naked soul, he loved her, and dreamt of her clothed in white dancing beneath the moonlight as the stars grew jealous of the way she moved. ↗

— Christopher Poindexter

#love #moonlight #soul #stars #love

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