The mountain remains unmoved at its seeming defeat by the mist. — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
Enveloped in a common mist, we seem to walk in clearness ourselves, and behold only the mist that enshrouds others. — George Eliot Copy Share Image
“Your life is like a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes.” — Sunday Adelaja Copy Share Image
“Mist to mist, drops to drops. For water thou art, and unto water shalt thou return.” — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
I wanted to create something that would live on forever, beyond my time, and out of that came Cashmere Mist. — Donna Karan Copy Share Image
Once upon a time, an angel lay dying in the mist. And a devil knelt over him and smiled. — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
“It is the uncertainty that charms one. A mist makes things wonderful.” — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
An orgy looks particularly alluring seen through the mists of righteous indignation. — Malcolm Muggeridge Copy Share Image
Why should we live halfway up the hill and swathed in the mists, when we might have an unclouded sky and a… — Alexander MacLaren Copy Share Image
Bears, dragons, tempestuous on mountain and river, Startle the forest and make the heights tremble. Clouds darken beneath the darkness of rain,… — Li Bai Copy Share Image
The fallen autumn leaves were slick beneath Bod's feet, and the mists blurred the edges of the world. Nothing was as clean-cut… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“Within the blinding mists it is hard to seek out any source of light. But there is absolutely light to be found;… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
When the foot of the' mountain is enveloped in mist, the mountain appears to us much loftier than it is; so also… — Berthold Auerbach Copy Share Image
The Death Mist is not for helping!" Akhlys shrieked. "It shrouds mortals in misery as their souls pass into the Underworld. It… — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
The time draws near the birth of Christ; The moon is hid; the night is still; The Christmas bells from hill to… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
How do the stems connect to the roots?' 'Where is the mist coming from?' 'Why does one tree seem darker than another?'… — Alain de Botton Copy Share Image
While fame impedes and constricts, obscurity wraps about a man like a mist; obscurity is dark, ample, and free; obscurity lets the… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Our radio plays rhythm and blues as we pass the joint back and forth in jutjawed silence both looking ahead with big… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
The mist starts to form as we stand close to one another. It is a distant fog that rises from the horizon,… — Nicholas Sparks Copy Share Image
“The sun has disappeared, and the light there still is, is left in the atmosphere enclosed by the gloomy mist as pools… — Richard Jefferies Copy Share Image
I do Sierra Mist commercials not because they pay me a lot of money or because it only takes a couple of… — Jim Gaffigan Copy Share Image
Courage to me means ploughing through that dull gray mist that comes down on life-not only overriding people and circumstances but overriding… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
To find anything comparable with our forthcoming ventures into space, we must go back far beyond Columbus, far beyond Odysseus-far, indeed, beyond… — Arthur C. Clarke Copy Share Image
Blackened skeleton arms of wood by the wayside pointed upward to the convent, as if the ghosts of former travellers, overwhelmed by… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“Highlanders, driving their "creagh" toward Balquhidder, passed, their moccasin-clad feet leaving as little impress on the mist as they had left in… — R.B. Cunninghame Graham Copy Share Image
I cannot find any patience for those people who believe that you start writing when you sit down at your desk and… — Shirley Jackson Copy Share Image
If it wasn’t for the mist we could see your home across the bay," said Gatsby. "You always have a green light… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
She sat down on one of her grandmother's uncomfortable armchairs, and the cat sprang up into her lap and made itself comfortable.… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
Midsummer Night was roasting hot. The shore, of red granite, glowed with the heat; the dark blood of the earth seemed to… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
Under the desert sun, in the dogmatic clarity, the fables of theology and the myths of classical philosophy dissolve like mist. The… — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
“Over the vistas broke a cold gray light, such as seen in those false dawns that are neither night nor true morning,… — K.W. Jeter Copy Share Image
Paul Scholes was the jewel in the crown, the first name on the teamsheet and unquestionably one of the finest England players… — Glenn Hoddle Copy Share Image
