There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life, and beyond which life cannot rise. And such is the paradox of living, this ecstasy comes when one is most alive, and it comes as a complete forgetfulness that one is alive. This ecstasy, this forgetfulness of living, comes to the artist, caught up and out of himself in a sheet of flame; it comes to the soldier, war-mad on a stricken field and refusing quarter; and it came to Buck, leading the pack, sounding the old wolf-cry, straining after the food that was alive and that fled swiftly before him through the moonlight.
~
The Call of the Wild
by
Jack London
Even the shyest of men can sometimes be quite audacious in moonlight.
~
Rainbow Valley
by
Lucy Maud Montgomery
The moon was coming up, and its mystic shimmer was casting a million lights across the distant, restless water.
~
The Awakening
by
Kate Chopin
The wild rains of the day are abated; the great single cloud disparts and rolls away from heaven, not passing and leaving a sea all sapphire, but tossed buoyant before a continued, long-sounding, high-rushing moonlight tempest. The moon reigns glorious, glad of the gale, as glad as if she gave herself to his fierce caress with love.
~
Shirley
by
Charlotte Bronte
May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks.
~
The Hobbit
by
J. R. R. Tolkien
"O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable."
~
Romeo and Juliet
by
William Shakespeare
"They're very different types; about as different as a moonlight night and a spring morning."
~
Blake's Burden
by
Harold Bindloss
And God made two great lights, great for their use
To Man, the greater to have rule by day,
The less by night . . .
~
Paradise Lost
by
John Milton
The sky was a midnight-blue, like warm, deep, blue water, and the moon seemed to lie on it like a water-lily, floating forward with an invisible current.
~
One of Ours
by
Willa Cather
But the moon came slowly up in all her gentle glory, and the stars looked out, and through the small compass of the grated window, as through the narrow crevice of one good deed in a murky life of guilt, the face of Heaven shone bright and merciful. He raised his head; gazed upward at the quiet sky, which seemed to smile upon the earth in sadness, as if the night, more thoughtful than the day, looked down in sorrow on the sufferings and evil deeds of men; and felt its peace sink deep into his heart.
~
Barnaby Rudge
by
Charles Dickens