#moonlight

The peaceful splendour of the night healed again. The moon was now past the meridian and travelling down the west. It was at its full, and very bright, riding through the empty blue sky. ↗

— H.G. Wells

#island-of-dr-moreau #moon #moonlight #nature #night

Moonlight does things to a street scene that no other natural or man-made phenomenon can effect. People walk slower, their smiles lingering on contended faces. Horses that usually move along fast enough to stir up the dust off the street plod lazily in the clear, cool night. And in dark corners where people forget to look, the goons come out. ↗

— Bailey Bristol

#historical-romance #moonlight #new-york #nature

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

Anyhow, I took every stitch of clothing off and got out of bed. And I got down on my knees on the floor in the white moonlight. The heat was off and the room must have been cold, but I didn’t feel cold. There was some kind of special something in the moonlight and it was wrapping my body in a thin, skintight film. At least that’s how I felt. I just stayed there naked for a while, spacing out, but then I took turns holding different parts of my body out to be bathed in the moonlight. I don’t know, it just seemed like the most natural thing to do. The moonlight was so absolutely, incredibly beautiful that I couldn’t not do it. My head and shoulders and arms and breasts and tummy and bottom and, you know, around there: one after another, I dipped them in the moonlight, like taking a bath. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#moon #moonbathing #moonlight #beauty

All action takes place, so to speak, in a kind of twilight, which like a fog or moonlight, often tends to make things seem grotesque and larger than they really are. ↗

— Karl Von Clausewitz

#fog #grotesque #kind #larger #like