Words are the legs of the mind; they bear it about, carry It from point to point, bed it down at night,… — Richard Eder Copy Share Image
So dull and dark are the November days. The lazy mist high up the evening curled, And now the morn quite hides… — John Clare Copy Share Image
I think a new world will arise out of the religious mists when we approach our Bible with the idea that it… — Aiden Wilson Tozer Copy Share Image
Eighteen might look at thirty-four through a rising mist of adolescence, but twenty-two would see thirty-eight with discerning clarity. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
The lonely season in lonely lands, when fled Are half the birds, and mists lie low, and the sun Is rarely seen,… — Robert Bridges Copy Share Image
what primitive tastes the ancients must have had if their poets were inspired by those absurd, untidy clumps of mist, idiotically jostling… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
What's extraordinary about Cobra Mist, and so much of what went on at Orford, was that the public were completely oblivious to… — Michael Portillo Copy Share Image
In life, a person will come and go from many homes. We may leave a house, a town, a room, but that… — Ari Berk Copy Share Image
“A mist still lay all about the walls and floors, hovering like a last breath on the lips of all the sleepers.… — Jane Yolen Copy Share Image
To say prayers in a decent, delicate way is not heavy work. But to pray really, to pray till hell feels the… — Edward McKendree Bounds Copy Share Image
From the cab stepped a tall old man. Black raincoat and hat and a battered valise. He paid the driver, then turned… — William Peter Blatty Copy Share Image
A mist. A great mist. It covered the entire kingdom. And everyone in it - the good people and the not so… — Jane Yolen Copy Share Image
The Himalayas make you insignificant. When you are trekking in the mountains of the Himalayas and finally you reach the top exhausted… — Victor Banerjee Copy Share Image
The idea of immortality, that like a sea has ebbed and flowed in the human heart, with its countless waves of hope… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
When a scene is shrouded in mist, it seems greater, nobler, and heightens the viewers' imaginative powers, increasing expectation - like a… — Caspar David Friedrich Copy Share Image
There rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen! There where the long street roars, hath… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
I wonder what a soul…a person's soul…would look like,' said Priscilla dreamily. 'Like that, I should think,' answered Anne, pointing to a… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Love's secrets, being mysteries, ever pertain to the transcendent and the infinite; and so they are as airy bridges, by which ourfurther… — Herman Melville Copy Share Image
I took her hand in mine, and we went out of the ruined place; and, as the morning mists had risen long… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“Ethereal mist lingered across the hushed landscape, shrouding a round moon, gossamer swans dancing across a lake of pearl. Yet, while it… — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Copy Share Image
You are never lost when you can see the temple. The temple will provide direction for you and your family in a… — Gary E. Stevenson Copy Share Image
Life and the world, or whatever we call that which we are and feel, is an astonishing thing. The mist of familiarity… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
A man is not expected to love his country, lest he make an ass of himself. Yet our country, seen through the… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
“The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth… — Robert Jordan Copy Share Image
Our Lord's descent from the holy heights of the Mount of Transfiguration was more than a physical return from greater to lesser… — James E. Talmage Copy Share Image
Arise, awake! This path is arduous. So we learn from the wise, and we have to follow in the footsteps of the… — Sri Chinmoy Copy Share Image
The whole east was flecked With flashing streaks and shafts of amethyst, While a light crimson mist Went up before the mounting… — Epes Sargent Copy Share Image
There was only the broad square with the scattered dim moons of the street lamps and with the monumental stone arch which… — Erich Maria Remarque Copy Share Image
As this world becomes increasingly ugly, callous and materialistic it needs to be reminded that the old fairy stories are rooted in… — Elizabeth Goudge Copy Share Image
Tier on tier of beautiful mountains and streams Blue green vistas locked in white clouds The mist makes my bandana wet Dew… — Hanshan Copy Share Image
Midnight is another planet! When the clock strikes twelve and if you are asleep, wake up, friend, and discover the beauties of… — Mehmet Murat Ildan Copy Share Image
As the evening mist worked its way into the scene, creating a warm filter through which the lowering sun bathed its light,… — Cory Trepanier Copy Share Image
“You do see me crossing the meadow stiff and dead from the mist? I long for that home, that home I've never… — Robert Walser Copy Share Image
Sometimes, it is true, a sense of isolation enfolds me like a cold mist as I sit alone and wait at life’s… — Helen Keller Copy Share Image
“Tendrils of mist slithered over the forest floor, around the base of trees. Xander noticed that some of it had climbed the… — Robert Liparulo Copy Share Image
Before the world was made, when it was only darkness and mist and waters, God was well aware of Lake Wobegon, my… — Garrison Keillor Copy Share Image
Y is for YGGDRASIL. The legendary Nordic ash tree with its three roots extending into the lands of mortals, giants, and Niflheim,… — Harlan Ellison Copy Share Image
There is nothing more poetic and terrible than the skyscrapers' battle with the heavens that cover them. Snow, rain, and mist highlight,… — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
Listening to the doves in Alfred, Georgia, and having neither the right nor the permission to enjoy it because in that place… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
How sad, ye Gods, how sad the world is at evening, how mysterious the mists over the swamps! You will know it… — Mikhail Bulgakov Copy Share Image
