There is nothing, indeed, which God will not do for a man who dares to step out upon what seems to be… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I do not know how much they see through the Mist. I doubt it would matter to them if they knew the… — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
But there was escape, too, even in those days, for there was Whistler living in the grey mists with a faded orange… — Mark Tobey Copy Share Image
A country of long shadows on county cricket grounds, warm beer, green suburbs, dog lovers, and old maids cycling to holy communion… — John Major Copy Share Image
A giraffe is so much a lady that one refrains from thinking of her legs, but remembers her as floating over the… — Isak Dinesen Copy Share Image
There had been a frozen mist here, and the trees were spun into feathers. Their fragile brilliance made me wonder why, into… — Maria McCann Copy Share Image
The mist was so challenging and the winds hit me, definitely more than I expected. It was definitely those winds, you can't… — Nik Wallenda Copy Share Image
O little souls! as pure as white And crystalline as rays of light Direct from heaven, their source divine; Refracted through the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
All the suffering that humanity ever knew can be traced to the one fact that no man in the history of the… — Isaac Asimov Copy Share Image
To navigate through these mists of darkness we need the iron rod, which represents the word of God (see 1 Nephi 15:23-24).… — Mary N. Cook Copy Share Image
No monster vibration, no snake universe hallucinations. Many tiny jeweled violet flowers along the path of a living brook that looked like… — Allen Ginsberg Copy Share Image
We must learn a new modesty. We have stormed the heavens, but succeeded only in building fog upon fog, a mist which… — Hermann Weyl Copy Share Image
“You say that it is time to shake off the Mist, but Mankind walks in a Mist; that Reason which you cry… — Peter Ackroyd Copy Share Image
Behold, I have reached the peak of the mountain and my spirit has taken flight in the heavens of freedom and liberation.… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
She made a snorting noise, astonishingly human for a ghost. " I'ardly like to tell you this, Nephilim, but if you want… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
The crumbling castle, looming among the mists, exhaled the season, and every cold stone breathed it out. The tortured trees by the… — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image
I saw Chungking for the first time more than 40 years ago - a city of hills and mists, of grays and… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
As the end of the century approaches, all our culture is like flies at the beginning of winter. Having lost their agility,… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
My sister Kwan believes she has yin eyes. She sees those who have died and now dwell in the world of Yin,… — Amy Tan Copy Share Image
All day, the colors had been those of dusk, mist moving like a water creature across the great flanks of mountains possessed… — Kiran Desai Copy Share Image
O hushed October morning mild, Begin the hours of this day slow, Make the day seem to us less brief... Retard the… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
“The desperate piercing scream of horror echoed far above the sharpened tops of the trees wrapped in thin obsidian-transparent mist, and I… — Simona Panova Copy Share Image
Nothing that is can pause or stay; / The moon will wax, the moon will wane, / The mist and cloud will… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Ancient mirror Macick mirror Shades of gray Hidden Forbidden Within, away Part the mist Macick kissed Call the fey Reveal the past… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
So long as mists envelop you, be still. Be still until the sunlight pours through and dispels the mists - as it… — Chief White Eagle Copy Share Image
That sinuous southern life, that oblique and slow and complicated old beauty, that warm thick air and blood warm sea, that place… — Anne Rivers Siddons Copy Share Image
When you were a wandering desire in the mist, I too was there, a wandering desire. Then we sought one another, and… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The partition separating life from death is so tenuous. The unbelievable fragility of our organism suggests a vision on a screen: a… — Czeslaw Milosz Copy Share Image
No lake is beautiful without the sky, without the mist or without the trees and the autumn leaves! No beauty is beautiful… — Mehmet Murat Ildan Copy Share Image
With the coming of television, and the knowledge of how it could be used to seduce voters, the old political values disappeared.… — Joe McGinniss Copy Share Image
A low line of shore was visible at first on the right between the movement of the waves and fog, but when… — John Millington Synge Copy Share Image
There are things of which I may not speak; There are dreams that cannot die; There are thoughts that make the strong… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
And so, perhaps, the truth winds somewhere between the road to Glastonbury, Isle of the Priests, and the road to Avalon, lost… — Marion Zimmer Bradley Copy Share Image
God is here, right now, at our side. We can see him in this mist, in the ground we're walking on, even… — Paulo Coelho Copy Share Image
By cultivating an interest in a few good books which contain the result of the toil or the quintessence of the genius… — Thomas Starr King Copy Share Image
“As the droplets fell harder across his back and shoulders, he could feel his body disappearing bit by bit into the mist.… — Dan Brown Copy Share Image
To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
She was a girl and she was a queen and back in the mists she was a woman who had seized the… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
There is no particular source my stories come from. The stories always seem to be there waiting for me, though sometimes shrouded… — Jay Neugeboren Copy Share Image
“The mist just keeps on lifting and soon I'll be able to see all the way, as far as the earth's curvature… — Walter Kirn Copy Share Image
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