The Christmas bells from hill to hill Answer each other in the mist. — Alfred the Great Copy Share Image
Unless God's Word illumine the way, the whole life of men is wrapped in darkness and mist, so that they cannot but… — John Calvin 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
Life isn't about losing yourself in the mist; it's about finding yourself in the rain. — June Days Copy Share Image
I was watching souls going down into the abyss as thick and fast as snowflakes falling in the winter mist. — Benedict Joseph Labre Copy Share Image
“What I saw had no solidity, it was all made of mist and nylon, with nothing behind.” — Anna Kavan Copy Share Image
At times it seemed unfair that I should be paid for my work; for driving out in the early morning with the… — James Herriot Copy Share Image
Men live their lives trapped in an eternal present, between the mists of memory and the sea of shadow that is all… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
There in the mist, enormous, majestic, silent and terrible, stood the Great Wall of China. Solitarily, with the indifference of nature herself,… — W. Somerset Maugham 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
As in everything else, I find that age is not good for much, that one becomes deafer and less sensitive. Also, the… — Kathe Kollwitz 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
I don't even think I'll see all of 'The Mist' until I'm 18. I'm going to the premiere, but I'll close my… — Nathan Gamble 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
And is an ending always bad? it asked. Must not all things, even worlds, someday end?"There is no need to hasten that… — Brandon Sanderson Copy Share Image
A slave's soul has no worth, my brothers; it lacks strength to tread on this great earth with gallantry and freedom. I… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
God was something I did not understand the way kids who went to church did. They said God was a man in… — Melissa Coleman Copy Share Image
The task of youth is not only its own salvation but the salvation of those against whom it rebels, but in that… — Jane Addams 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
I am the dust in the sunlight, I am the ball of the sun . . . I am the mist of… — Rumi Copy Share Image
Looking back through the mists of time, I recall some distinctly religious experiences in my teens--when I was only fourteen years old… — Andrew Linzey Copy Share Image
“The moon went slowly down in loveliness; she departed into the depth of the horizon, and long veil-like shadows crept up the… — H. Rider Haggard Copy Share Image
“Close to the road a cow would stand knee-deep in the mist, with horns damp enough to have a pearly shine in… — Robert Penn Warren Copy Share Image
Hence the strong attraction which magic and science alike have exercised on the human mind; hence the powerful stimulus that both have… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I returned to the courtyard and saw that the sun had grown weaker. Beautiful and clear as it had been, the morning… — Umberto Eco Copy Share Image
“So of the Flanders Moss. It, too, in mist seems to roll on for miles; its heathy surface turns to long waves… — 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
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
