A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“for we all have our own twilights and mists and abysses to return to.” — Sanober Khan Copy Share Image
“She stood in the mist, waiting for him again. Always in the same place.” — Kelly Creagh Copy Share Image
We plant our roots in trembling earth, we live where mountains rose and fell and prehistoric seas burned away in mist. We… — Robert R. McCammon Copy Share Image
“Outside the plate glass the world in the mist had become a pencil drawing executed in a dozen different grays with, here… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
All in November's soaking mist We stand and prune the naked tree, While all our love and interest Seem quenched in the… — Ruth Pitter Copy Share Image
Tiers of mountains Cold wind feet Not need fan Ice cold through Moon shines bright Mist covers everything Sit all alone One… — Hanshan Copy Share Image
When Catholicism goes bad it becomes the religion of amulets and holy places and priestcraft: Protestantism, in its corresponding decay, becomes a… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Who can fail to mist at Fergie's anthem, 'My humps, my humps, my lovely lady lumps.' Hmmm. 'My lunch, my lunch, I… — Celia Rivenbark Copy Share Image
The present is haunted by the X-present. I call this manifold of present and X-present 'nowness': a shifting, haunted region like evaporating… — Timothy Morton Copy Share Image
We call those poets who are first to mark, Through earth's dull mist the coming of the dawn, Who see in twilight's… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Surprisingly, fainting sounded like a really good idea. If I fainted, I'd be unconscious, so I wouldn't have to see the impossible… — Jenna Black Copy Share Image
You have people saying two things that seem to contradict each other. One, that we live in a golden age of TV.… — Dan Harmon Copy Share Image
Of all the endless variety of phenomena which nature presents to our senses, there is none that fills our minds with greater… — Nikola Tesla Copy Share Image
I sit cross-legged on the rock The valleys and streams are cold and damp Sitting quietly is beautiful The cliffs are lost… — Hanshan Copy Share Image
It was on the first day of Beltaine, that is called now May Day, the Tuatha de Danaan came, and it was… — Lady Gregory Copy Share Image
Time is the guy at the amusement park who paints shirts with an airbrush. He sprays out the color in a fine… — Ian Caldwell Copy Share Image
History knocks at a thousand gates at every moment, and the gatekeeper is chance. We shout into the mist for this one… — Alexander Herzen Copy Share Image
“Suicide is what everyone young thinks they'll do before they get old. But they hardly ever get round to it. They just… — Martin Amis Copy Share Image
“Fear is just like mist. Don’t let it disorient you from living outside God's palm. Acknowledge it, then take any one step… — Erica Goros Copy Share Image
We see but dimly through the mists and vapors; Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
They dared not peer down into their own natures, down into the feverish confusion that filled their minds with a kind of… — Emile Zola Copy Share Image
Sometimes at night I think that my husband is with me again, coming gently through the mists, and we are tranquil together.… — Kamala Markandaya Copy Share Image
“My breaths came fast as the mist trailed through my body, strengthening and healing, pulsating and throbbing. I held my hands out… — Ketley Allison Copy Share Image
It is scarcely credible to what degree discernment may be dazzled by the mist of pride, and wisdom infatuated by the intoxication… — Samuel Johnson Copy Share Image
My California sunrise, there's a real mist in the air. I think of the mountains. You can smell the farm fields. You… — Jon Pardi Copy Share Image
There are times of great beauty on a coffee farm. When the plantation flowered in the beginning of the rains, it was… — Isak Dinesen Copy Share Image
When the last deer disappears into the morning mist, When the last elk vanishes from the hills, When the last buffalo falls… — Chief Joseph Copy Share Image
We twain have met like the ships upon the sea, Who behold an hour's converse, so short, so sweet: One little hour!… — Alexander Smith Copy Share Image
Everyone just keeps on disappearing. Some things vanish, like they were cut away. Others fade slowly into the mist. And all that… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
So, on the eastern summit, clad in gray, morn, like a horseman girt for travel, comes, and from his tower of mist… — Henry Kirke White Copy Share Image
A lot of people are like, "You're doing commercials?" And I honestly feel like those Sierra Mist commercials are better than a… — Jim Gaffigan Copy Share Image
...And, all at once, the moon arouse through the thin ghastly mist, And was crimson in color... And they lynx which dwelleth… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
The sticks break, the stones crumble, The eternal altars tilt and tumble, Sanctions and tales dislimn like mist About the amazed evangelist.… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
The spirit-world around this world of sense Floats like an atmosphere, and everywhere Wafts through these earthly mists and vapours dense A… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Was it pretty? Your country. . .your land?" "It was beautiful," the gunslinger said. "There were fields and forests and rivers and… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
Walking down Belmotte was the oddest sensation-- every step took us deeper into the mist until at last it closed over our… — Dodie Smith Copy Share Image
The mountains are so beautiful they make me ache inside because the moment I look away I know I shall need to… — Anne Perry Copy Share Image
“Add some mystery to your morning coffee and stir in some mist. Or go full fog for that #MissMarpleFlavor. Then solve it… — Jarod Kintz Copy Share Image
I cheat him, I deceive him, yet the world does not sink in sulphur-colored mists. Madness conquers. I can no longer put… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
