Full Moon Quotes

“I fancied my luck to be witnessing yet another full moon. True, I’d seen hundreds of full moons in my life, but they were not limitless. When one starts thinking of the full moon as a common sight that will come again to one’s eyes ad-infinitum, the value of life is diminished and life goes by uncherished. ‘This may be my last moon,’ I sighed, feeling a sudden sweep of sorrow; and went back to reading more of The Odyssey.”
― Roman Payne

“Sexual frenzy is our compensation for the tedious moments we must suffer in the passage of life. 'Nothing in excess,' professed the ancient Greeks. Why if I spend half the month in healthy scholarship and pleasant sleep, shouldn't I be allowed the other half to howl at the moon and pillage the groins of Europe's great beauties?”
― Roman Payne

“Somewhere I’d heard, or invented perhaps, that the only pleasures found during a waning moon are misfortunes in disguise. Superstition aside, I avoid pleasure during the waning or absent moon out of respect for the bounty this world offers me. I profit from great harvests in life and believe in the importance of seasons.”
― Roman Payne, Rooftop Soliloquy

“Pumpkins
in October,
as fat as the full moon,
they sit on our doorstep at night
and glow.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold: Quotes, Poetry, & Motivations for Every Day of the Year

“The moon was full. It looked like a breast engorged with milk because of all the babies crying in the night.”
― Heather O'Neill, When We Lost Our Heads

“A full moon hung across the heavens like a pregnant belly.”
― Kien Nguyen, The Unwanted: A Memoir of Childhood

“In my darkness you appeared like a full moon with silvery lights of love.”
― Debasish Mridha

“Around us, the city twinkled, the stars themselves seeming to hang lower, pulsing with ruby and amethyst and pearl. Above, the full moon set the marble of the buildings and bridges glowing as if they were all lit from within. Music played, strings and gentle drums, and on either side of the Sidra, golden lights bobbed over riverside walkways dotted with cafes and shops, all open for the night, already packed.

Life- so full of life. I could nearly taste it crackling on my tongue.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“We go about thinking we have nobody, when in fact; we have the sun, the moon and the stars to look up to.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Night of a Thousand Thoughts

“full moon fills
in power lines,
crow flies off”
― Bremer Acosta, Cosmos in a Tree: Wordless Poems

“Be gentle, Long Night
I don’t belong here.
Thrown to the wolves,
I shifted nocturnal.

Arced up,
surrendered to
the glowing drum
of the full moon,
hear my cry.”
― L.M. Browning, Drive Through the Night

“She is a storm; she is a river
untamed; untouched
She will engulf you; she will shatter you
hold her softly; caress her gently
She is fragile like a rose petal
She is tender like the touch me not leaf
She is the warm glow of the morning sun
She is the magic of a full moon light.”
― Avijeet Das

“This moon, O lunar landscape glow, by reflecting sunlight's passing flow...of energy and vibrant waves to mirror back our feelings so.”
― Andrew Pacholyk, Lead Us To A Place: Your Spiritual Journey Through Life's Seasons

“Some people find God through their lover, the moon. On dark moon, they drink the poison of separation. On full moon, they drink the nectar of meeting. Accepting both sides of life, they reach oneness, the God.”
― Shunya

“In the night when the moon is large, the world spreads blue in every direction.”
― Lynda Barry, Cruddy

“Above her, he can see the trees and the bright, full moon, a shining coin of silver spinning through the sky. The first blush of sunrise on the horizon is still a ways off...”
― Holly Black, How the King of Elfhame Learned to Hate Stories

“Full moon.
The full moon is reflecting in my eyes,
shining on my face.
The moon is silent.
The silence is loud.
The moon is reflecting in my eyes.
I’m the moon which ingeniously reflects
my own beautiful silent perfection
into my own eyes.”
― Nanne Nyander, The Struggle of Going Nowhere

“I lit a candle for Ed,
thought about him alonde during the holidays
in a cell with no tinsel or twinkling lights,
no chance of seeing a full moon
or any moon
for that matter.”
― Sarah Crossan, Moonrise

“Why are people so fascinated with werewolves, with the transformation of an ordinary person into a human wolf at the full moon? It’s because tame, timid human “dogs” fantasize about what it would be like to be one of the dominant wolves for a change. But real human wolves are real human wolves all the time, not
just on full moons.”
― Adam Weishaupt, Wolf or Dog?

“Ne Domic vs1: It will be that the children of the light (the reincarnated of the waters) shall feast on the second or third day beginning the full moon of the third month of the year.”
― Victor Uzihben

“Tonight is a night of full moon,” she said. “A night of lovers.”
― Tanith Lee, Heart-Beast

“I grew up in this room, in this loft overlooking the lake. I was born here too, seventeen years ago under a watery full moon while a rainstorm flooded the banks of the lake and turned the shore to mud. All Walkers are coaxed into the world when the moon is brightest. As if our birthright were calling to us.”
― Shea Ernshaw, Winterwood

“If you can, get rid of all your stupid money and career ambitions and sit on the beach on a quiet night and watch the full moon! You've been running around all your life and you missed the real beauties of this world! Now focus on these true treasures of life!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“There is more than enough hope in the night sky than you can find in your troubles.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Night of a Thousand Thoughts

“graditude turns what you have into enough”
― Jenn Pierre

“It was a fairy moon. Pearlescent, glowing, and hanging low in the sky---cit was the kind of moon that spelled mischief and delight. Dina stood at the edge of the north field, where the fire was already burning. It had all been arranged by Nour, a kind of witchy wedding gift. Dina inhaled the midnight air, sweet and smoky. Her mother was silhouetted by the fire, loosening her hair from the updo she'd styled it in for the evening. Dina would be like her mother tonight: untamable, wild.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Best Hex Ever

“It was a fairy moon. Pearlescent, glowing, and hanging low in the sky---it was the kind of moon that spelled mischief and delight. Dina stood at the edge of the north field, where the fire was already burning. It had all been arranged by Nour, a kind of witchy wedding gift. Dina inhaled the midnight air, sweet and smoky. Her mother was silhouetted by the fire, loosening her hair from the updo she'd styled it in for the evening. Dina would be like her mother tonight: untamable, wild.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Best Hex Ever

“Tabby never thought of herself as a witch, nor had her adoptive sisters ever used the word. They called themselves Wise Women, and she knew no way but theirs. The coven had taken her in as a babe, had given her love and a home and the sweet, wild joy of flight. That joy, they told her, was neither sorcery nor heritage. It was the gift of every woman who comes to her first blood when the moon is full.”
― Louise Hawes, Black Pearls: A Faerie Strand

“The appearance of the full moon comes with a cast that includes ghosts and werewolves, vampires and fairies, lunatics and late-night revellers, but also this extraordinary light. An incandescence that picks out the white petals of certain garden flowers-- nicotiana, the spikes of actaea and echinops, allium snow globes and the dancing white fairies that are aquilegia. The best of these is probably the appropriately named sea holly, Miss Willmott's Ghost, with its ruff of grey spikes that appear to glow silver in moonlight. The name was given not for this delightful feature, but for the late gardener's habit of secretly distributing its seeds wherever she went.”
― Nigel Slater, A Thousand Feasts: Small Moments of Joy… A Memoir of Sorts

“The night was a canvas of deep indigo, painted with a smattering of stars that twinkled like distant whispers of approval. The bright full moon, a celestial pearl, ascended in the night sky, its light bathing the world below in an ethereal glow. In the heart of the Louisiana bayou, a place steeped in ancient lore and hidden secrets, the air hummed with anticipation and hope. Strings of enchanted lights, meticulously woven with supple willow branches and glowing moss, draped artfully from the ancient oaks, their gnarled limbs reaching skyward like supplicating arms. The lights cast an ethereal, golden glow upon the scene, transforming the clearing into a faerie realm.”
― Alexis Marie LaRue, Under The Blood Moon