Top 58 Moon Pale Quotes
#1. Across the moon-pale scar that marred my forearm, Darian danced in dark ink, the gracefully curving edges of his name unravelling into a spill of colour as joyful and haphazard as the promise of stars.
Alexis Hall
#2. The moon was coming slowly up over the hill in front of them. The countryside was bathed in light, pale and cold and silvery. Everything could be seen quite plainly, and Lotta and Jimmy thought it was just like daytime with the colours missing.
Enid Blyton
#3. Eric shone like the moon; he was pale and commanding, and there was a large empty space around him. He was alone. He held out his hand to me, and I took it, to a flare of dismay from the twoeys.
Charlaine Harris
#4. No matter how pale and pure and perfect you are, the moon is even more perfect.
T. Kingfisher
#5. He was looking up at the sky, where a pale crescent of moon darted in between thick sweeps of cloud and fog. Flakes of white snow had fallen and mixed with his black hair. His cheeks and lips were flushed with the cold. He looked more handsome than she had ever remembered him.
Cassandra Clare
#6. Inside plum trees stood in a row, flowers lifted their pale throats to the moon and stars, a magnolia held its tight-closed buds like white candles in its green hands.
Marisa De Los Santos
#7. The moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun.
William Shakespeare
#8. I walk across the dreaming sands under the pale moon: through the dreams of countries and cities, past dreams of places long gone and times beyond recall.
Neil Gaiman
#10. In the pale light of the Moon I play the game of you. Whoever I am. Whoever you are. All sense of where I am, of who I am and where I'm going, has been swallowed by the dark. And I walk through the stars and sky ... a trinity of dreams beneath the moon.
Neil Gaiman
#11. Death is the great adventure beside which moon landings and space trips pale in insignificance.
Joseph Bayly
#12. You can buy gold that is bright as the sun and diamonds as pale as the moon. But you cannot buy the sun. You cannot own the moon. II
David Gemmell
#13. When I see you, I see mystery - a pale moon's beauty behind a veil of cloud
John Geddes
#14. You don't need a sad soul
to feel the beauty of a dead grave
Just stay with the pale moon
when darkness wants the night to be brave
Munia Khan
#15. There was no moonlight between the trees, but the unicorn glimmered and shone with a pale light, like the moon, while the girl herself glittered and glowed as if she trailed a dust of lights.
Neil Gaiman
#16. It was a fine night for treachery - dark with a pale moon rising.
Marsha Canham
#17. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. . . .
William Shakespeare
#18. The beech leaves surged and shimmered in the wind. Far below, a vixen paused to stare up, then melted away. Stars burned tiny holes in the twilight and then a pale moon traced a slow silver arc through the sky.
Laline Paull
#19. The stranded Daoine Sidhe knights of the Dark Court gathered at the ring of ancient standing stones under the pale light of the harvest moon.
Whenever the Daoine Sidhe gathered, they raised the natural energies of the world around them.
Thea Harrison
#20. Even if this spring the dappled leaves should shelter our minds from the moon's pale echo we would still remember how once they were sheltered by our skulls only from the day's sun and the night's stars and never from what we feared and what we remembered
Dan Davin
#21. Evening had fallen. A rim of the young moon cleft the pale waste of sky line, the rim of a silver hoop embedded in grey sand: and the tide was flowing in fast to the land with a low whisper of her waves, islanding a few last figures in distant pools.
James Joyce
#22. The full moon was rising, looking huge and pale, the black spots appearing like a wise man smiling. The moon followed me while houses, cars, lands and trees disappeared blindly onto the tracks.
It seemed like a very slow moon, considering the landscapes beneath it were constantly disappearing.
Prerna Varma
#23. What looks to be a wisp of cloud is actually the moon, narrow and pale like a paring snipped from a snowman's toenail.
Tom Robbins
#24. The night crept on apace, the moon went down, the stars grew pale and dim, and morning, cold as they, slowly approached. Then, from behind a distant hill, the noble sun rose up, driving the mists in phantom shapes before it, and clearing the earth of their ghostly forms till darkness came again.
Charles Dickens
#25. With her right index finger she slowly spells words on Grace's skin.
Don't let me go crazy.
The moon is pale and vast. The stars so sharp they almost hurt.
Helen Humphreys
#26. (Title: To the Moon)
Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven, and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth,
And ever-changing, like a joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?
Percy Bysshe Shelley
#27. And her skin shone luminous and impossibly pale, as if it drank light from the moon.
Madeline Miller
#28. With these shreds They vented their complainings, which being answered And a petition granted them, a strange one, To break the heart of generosity, And make bold power look pale, they threw their caps As they would hang them on the horns o' th' moon, Shouting their emulation.
William Shakespeare
#29. I suppose there were moonless nights and dark ones with but a silver shaving and pale stars in the sky, but I remember them all as flooded with the rich indolence of a full moon.
Willa Cather
#30. Three things I remember: I was in a city so old it did not have a name,; there was a full moon that cast a pale light over buildings unlike any I had ever seen before; and at the end of a long tunnel something was waiting for me.
Jonathan Aycliffe
#31. Her face as pale and blameless as a lesser moon. -
Emma Cline
#32. crimson. A faint blue haze rested on the eastern hill, over which a great, pale, round moon was just floating up like a silver bubble. They were
L.M. Montgomery
#33. Tonight when the moon
was almost full
the sky too bright for love
I met in a wood
a dream pale owl
with eyes that were not blue
and like myself, he was not wise
and he was not good
but sometime he was true.
John Squadra
#34. The stars up close to the moon were pale; they got brighter and braver the farther they got out of the circle of light ruled by the giant moon
Ken Kesey
#35. Have you never been so heartbreakingly lonely that you felt as though you would go mad?
- Darcia Moon, Gravitation, Book One: Beyond the Pale
N.L. Armitage
#36. I like the word clandestine. It feels medieval. Sometimes I think of words as being alive. If clandestine were alive, it would be a pale little girl with hair the color of fall leaves and a dress as white as the moon.
Carol Rifka Brunt
#37. Far above him a few white clouds were racing windily after a pale gibbous moon. Drink all morning, they said to him, drink all day. This is life!
Malcolm Lowry
#38. Still and pale
Thou movest in thy silver veil,
Queen of the night! the filmy shroud
Of many a mild, transparent cloud
Hides, yet adorns thee.
Winthrop Mackworth Praed
#39. A quarter-moon smeared a feverish glow on the marble slabs and dappled the trodden weeds that beleaguered them with a pale dewy leprosy; only the massy shadows which clustered around the trunks of the ancient oaks and beeches escaped its infection.
William Scott Home
#40. For the Earth itself is a blossom, she says,
on the star tree,
pale with luminous
ocean leaves.
Rolf Jacobsen
#41. It had moved in the midnight waters of space like a pale sea leviathan; it had passed the ancient moon and thrown itself onward into one nothingness following another.
Ray Bradbury
#42. The light from his torch painted the barren forest in shades of his own reflection, black-haired, gray-eyed and pale for want of a touch. He pulled his cloak close, unable to determine which made him more uncomfortable: the dreary woods or the new moon settling onto his heart like a cloud of moths.
F.T. McKinstry
#43. He who would see old Hoghton right Must view it by the pale moonlight.
William Hazlitt
#44. The night folds her trembling hands over a weary world. Out of a pale blue rises the shining moon. My thoughts are flying to the stars like lonely swans.
Joseph Goebbels
#45. Out of sight above the house, the mirror moon reflected the sun of a day not yet dawned, shining the pale light of tomorrow on the yard and on the paper birches.
Dean Koontz
#46. And scars will lighten, they'll pale unless you keep rubbing at them...wait long enough, they'll fade.
C.F. Joyce
#47. The pale and quiet moon Makes her calm forehead bare, And the last fragments of the storm, Like shattered rigging from a fight at sea, Silent and few, are drifting over me.
James Russell Lowell
#48. The smile that flickers on a baby's lips when he sleeps- does anyone know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumor that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew-washed morning.
Rabindranath Tagore
#49. The moon rose in silver splendor into an October sky strewn with pale clouds and brilliant stars. The clouds churned, a white-foam sea, and the moon was a vast, graceful clipper ship, its sails full of spectral light as it ran before the strength of the cold autumn winds.
Jim Butcher
#50. A few shy stars and a pale moon had already appeared in the sky, ready to take up reign from the sun that had abdicated for the night.
Irina Shapiro
#51. a few words spoken beneath the moon, love
may be, but I write your name
in the celestial dust that lingers
in the air, above
the veilchenblau roses, callow
and pale
John Daniel Thieme
#52. Twas a still, calm night and the moon's pale light
Shone over hill and dale
When friends mute with grief stood around the deathbed
Of their loved, lost Lily Lyle.
Heart as pure as forest lily
Never knowing guile,
Had its home within the bosom
Of sweet Lily Lyle.
Flora Thompson
#53. The sun was setting over Rainbow Valley. The pond was wearing a wonderful tissue of purple and gold and green and crimson. A faint blue haze rested on the eastern hill, over which a great, pale, round moon was just floating up like a silver bubble. They
L.M. Montgomery
#54. In the pale light of the half moon, she sees him
opening the door, moving toward her
as if awake. He sits at the edge of the bed, tenderly stroking
her hair, inhaling deeply the heavy scent of
wet violets, the evening breeze along her arms
Adele Ne Jame
#55. A full moon rose in the pale evening sky and glowed with a rich white inner light that brought to mind, but perfectly, the creamy inside of an Oreo cookie. (Eventually on the trail everything reminds you of food.)
Bill Bryson
#56. The late evening is the time of times. Then with that unearthly beauty before one it is not hard to realise how far one has to go. To write something that will be worthy of that rising moon, that pale light.
Katherine Mansfield
#57. We wolves did many things: change, hide, sing underneath a pale, lonely moon - but we never disappeared entirely. Humans disappeared. Humans made monsters out of us.
Maggie Stiefvater
#58. As always, we sit on the narrow steps that lead from the Old Bridge down to the sandbar. A pale silver moon trembles on the face of the water. A wooden boat lashed to a post modulates the sound of the current. Sitting with her, I feel her warm against my arm.
Haruki Murakami
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