Knowledge would be fatal. It is the uncertainty that charms one. A mist makes things wonderful. — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Infinite toil would not enable you to sweep away a mist; but by ascending a little you may often look over it… — Arthur Helps Copy Share Image
The hill pines were sighing, O'ercast and chill was the day; A mist in the valley lying Blotted the pleasant May. — Robert Bridges Copy Share Image
As I stood and watched the mists slowly rising this morning I wondered what view was more beautiful than this. — Hal Borland Copy Share Image
Dark, dark! The horror of darkness, like a shroud, wraps me and bears me on through mist and cloud. — Sophocles Copy Share Image
“If you ought to pass through a mist, first think of the ground, then of the sky.” — Florin-Marian Hera Copy Share Image
remember you must live. remember you most love. remainder you mist leaf. — Ali Smith Copy Share Image
The figures of the past go cloaked. They walk in mist and rain and snow And go, go slowly, but they go. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“The night was white-blind with fog, and Kate staggered over every stone and stumbled in every puddle, but she pushed on as… — Erin Bow 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
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
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
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
After a few days with the iPhone X, I can begin to make out its themes. It's a step towards fading the… — Steven Levy Copy Share Image
But when the fairy sang the whole world listened to him. Stephen felt clouds pause in their passing; he felt sleeping hills… — Susanna Clarke Copy Share Image
I am the dust in the sunlight, I am the ball of the sun . . . I am the mist of… — Rumi Copy Share Image
Ascend beyond the sickly atmosphere to a higher plane, and purify yourself by drinking as if it were ambrosia the fire that… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
How beautiful is night! A dewy freshness fills the silent air; No mist obscures; nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the… — Robert Southey Copy Share Image
In winter there is no heat, no light, no noon, evening touches morning, there is fog, and mist, the window is frosted,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
That country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
Champagne's funny stuff. I'm used to whiskey. Whiskey is a slap on the back, and champagne's a heavy mist before my eyes. — James Stewart Copy Share Image
A flash of harmless lightning, A mist of rainbow dyes, The burnished sunbeams brightening From flower to flower he flies. — John B. Tabb Copy Share Image
And all poets love dust and mist because all the last answers. Go running back to dust and mist. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
Nothing is so fierce but love will soften; nothing so sharp-sighted in other matters but it will throw a mist before its… — Roger L'Estrange Copy Share Image
Landale's language burns away the mists of the past, preparing a place of welcome for our ghosts. — John Newlove Copy Share Image
A landscape, torn by mists and clouds, in which I can see ruins of old churches, as well as of Greek temples… — Edvard Grieg Copy Share Image
Face your fears, Halt had always thought him, and more often than not they fade like mist in the sunshine — John Flanagan Copy Share Image
Shall we mourn here deedless forever a shadow-folk mist-haunting dropping vain tears in the thankless sea — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Strange to wander in the mist, each is alone. No tree knows his neighbour. Each is alone” — John le Carré Copy Share Image
“There was nothing to see; the mist that hung in the air made everything invisible that was more than a short distance… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
If the heart of a man is depressed with cares, The mist is dispelled when a woman appears. — John Gay Copy Share Image
“When the Dragon bent her neck to shift a wing long as a battlefold, an ashen sheen rippled over char-dark scales.” — Elizabeth Bear Copy Share Image
While we may open the books of the past, we may but grant flying glances of the future, through the mist that… — Robert E. Howard Copy Share Image
The harvested fields bathed in the autumn mist speak of God and his goodness far more vividly than any human lips. — Albert Schweitzer Copy Share Image
I always wear Victoria's Secret Romantic Fragrance Mist. I put it on after the shower, so the smell always makes me feel… — Zara McDermott Copy Share Image
