“When the moon, after covering herself with darkness as in sorrow, at last throws off the garments of her widowhood, she does not at once expose herself impudently to the public gaze; but for a time remains veiled in a transparent cloud, till she gradually acquires courage to endure the looks and admiration of beholders.” LooksDoeLastsDarknessSorrowMoonRemainsEndureCloudsAcquireAdmirationTransparentCoveringGarmentsBeholderWidowhood Author:Augustus William Hare
“But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.” SunToo MuchSorrowMoonBitterDawnBitternessHeartbreaking Book:Rimbaud Source: Rimbaud
“Fair as the moon and joyful as the light; Tot wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim; Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright; Not as she is, but as she fills his dreams.” DreamLightWaitingSorrowMoonFairsJoyfulTots Author:Christina Rossetti
“Tape the sound of the moon fading at dawn. Give it to your mother to listen to when she's in sorrow.” GivingMotherSoundListeningSorrowMoonSingersDawnTapeFading Author:Yoko Ono
“I went from one to the other holding my sorrow - no, not my sorrow but the incomprehensible nature of this our life - for their inspection. Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends, I to my own heart, I to seek among phrases and fragments something unbroken - I to whom there is no beauty enough in moon or tree; to whom the touch of one person with another is all, yet who cannot grasp even that, who am so imperfect, so weak, so unspeakably lonely.” PeopleHeartPersonsEnoughMy OwnOur LivesTreeSorrowMoonMy FriendsLonelyWeakPhrasesPriestsImperfectFragmentsUnbrokenInspection Book:The Waves Source: The Waves
“The melancholy river bears us on. When the moon comes through the trailing willow boughs, I see your face, I hear your voice and the bird singing as we pass the osier bed. What are you whispering? Sorrow, sorrow. Joy, joy. Woven together, like reeds in moonlight.” TogetherFacesJoyVoiceBearsSorrowBedMoonSingingBirdRiversMelancholyYour FaceMoonlightWovenWhisperingReeds Book:The String Quartet Source: The String Quartet
“...losing through you what seemed myself, i find selves unimaginably mine; beyond sorrow's own joys and hopings very fears yours is the light by which my spirit's born: yours is the darkness of my soul's return... you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.” SoulSelfLightJoySpiritStarsBornDarknessSunMinesReturnSorrowMoonLosingMy SoulSoulmate Author:e. e. cummings
“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.” IfsMenHeartEarthFacesNightSufferingEvilHeavenStarsFeltNatureSadnessSkySorrowQuietMoonGloryWindowGuiltRaisedDeedsGentleThoughtfulGood DeedsCompassMercifulCrevice Book:Barnaby Rudge, And, Hard Times: With Ten Illustrations Source: Barnaby Rudge, And, Hard Times: With Ten Illustrations
“Perhaps all women are part faerie, for what woman can deny her faerie blood when the portals to her own land are open; when the full moon sings its insistent song; when sorrow and passion and rage pulse through her body at moon times. This is why women are the chosen ones of Faerie, pat of the vibrant, fluid, emotional soul of the world.” WorldSoulBodySongPassionBloodLandEmotionalSorrowMoonDenyRageChosenPulseFluidFaeriePortalFull MoonChosen One Author:Brian Froud