All Christian language about the future is a set of signposts pointing into a mist. — N. T. Wright Copy Share Image
The Christmas bells from hill to hill Answer each other in the mist. — Alfred the Great Copy Share Image
“I breathe in the fine mist from the water, the scents of loam and clotted river grass.” — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“It were the sort of mist that soaked into your flesh, into your being, so it were like you were one with… — Louis Nowra Copy Share Image
“There is a low mist in the woods— It is a good day to study lichens.” — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
“Our lives are spent sailing in the mist, hoping for a burst of sunlight that can make sense of who we are.” — David Gemmell Copy Share Image
“I feel like I’m walking around in a fog. Orafoura doesn’t call me Mr. Mist for nothing.” — Jarod Kintz Copy Share Image
“Trains aren't a problem." "You turn into mist?" "No, I step out of the way.” — Tanya Huff Copy Share Image
We all have two lives: The true, the one we dreamed of in childhood And go on dreaming of as adults in… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
But when we sit together, close,’ said Bernard, ‘we melt into each other with phrases. We are edged with mist. We make… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
All systems have failed me. In five minutes I'll be fine again for a while, but right now the inside of my… — Douglas Coupland Copy Share Image
I don't even think I'll see all of 'The Mist' until I'm 18. I'm going to the premiere, but I'll close my… — Nathan Gamble Copy Share Image
The splendors of the firmament of time May be eclipsed, but are extinguished not; Like stars to their appointed height they climb… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Were I called on to define, very briefly, the term art, I should call it the Reproduction of what the senses perceive… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
At times it seemed unfair that I should be paid for my work; for driving out in the early morning with the… — James Herriot Copy Share Image
Men live their lives trapped in an eternal present, between the mists of memory and the sea of shadow that is all… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
As in everything else, I find that age is not good for much, that one becomes deafer and less sensitive. Also, the… — Kathe Kollwitz Copy Share Image
Across the land a faint blue veil of mist Seems hung; the woods wear yet arrayment sober Till frost shall make them… — Siegfried Sassoon Copy Share Image
Mere poets are sottish as mere drunkards are, who live in a continual mist, without seeing or judging anything clearly. A man… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
And is an ending always bad? it asked. Must not all things, even worlds, someday end?"There is no need to hasten that… — Brandon Sanderson Copy Share Image
A slave's soul has no worth, my brothers; it lacks strength to tread on this great earth with gallantry and freedom. I… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
God was something I did not understand the way kids who went to church did. They said God was a man in… — Melissa Coleman Copy Share Image
I had seen a herd of Buffalo, one hundred and twenty-nine of them, come out of the morning mist under a copper… — Isak Dinesen Copy Share Image
The white face of the winter day came sluggishly on, veiled in a frosty mist; and the shadowy ships in the river… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Suddenly she felt strong and happy. She was not afraid of the darkness or the fog and she knew with a singing… — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
She was still under the spell of her infatuation. She had tried to forget him, realizing the inutility of remembering. But the… — Kate Chopin Copy Share Image
Looking back through the mists of time, I recall some distinctly religious experiences in my teens--when I was only fourteen years old… — Andrew Linzey Copy Share Image
“The moon went slowly down in loveliness; she departed into the depth of the horizon, and long veil-like shadows crept up the… — H. Rider Haggard Copy Share Image
Every human being lived behind an impenetrable wall of choking mist within which no other but he existed. Occasionally there were the… — Isaac Asimov Copy Share Image
Oxford, in those days, was still a city of aquatint. In her spacious and quiet streets men walked and spoke as they… — Evelyn Waugh Copy Share Image
Day was breaking at Plashwater Weir Mill Lock. Stars were yet visible, but there was dull light in the east that was… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do… — Chief Seattle Copy Share Image
