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
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
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
“Then came the first hint of fog, all silver and gold, and then more and more, turning grey and blue. Fog like… — Chiara Kilian Copy Share Image
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
To say prayers in a decent, delicate way is not heavy work. But to pray really, to pray till hell feels the… — Edward McKendree Bounds Copy Share Image
Clambering up the Cold Mountain path, The Cold Mountain trail goes on and on: The long gorge choked with scree and boulders,… — Gary Snyder Copy Share Image
All of [the] activities here have a surreptitious end-of-the-world feel to them:... these joggers sleepwalking in the mist like shadow's who have… — Jean Baudrillard Copy Share Image
The early mist had vanished and the fields lay like a silver shield under the sun. It was one of the days… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
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
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
The whole east was flecked With flashing streaks and shafts of amethyst, While a light crimson mist Went up before the mounting… — Epes Sargent Copy Share Image
“Tendrils of mist slithered over the forest floor, around the base of trees. Xander noticed that some of it had climbed the… — Robert Liparulo Copy Share Image
How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do… — Chief Seattle 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
Sometimes, it is true, a sense of isolation enfolds me like a cold mist as I sit alone and wait at life’s… — Helen Keller Copy Share Image
Stand here by my side and turn, I pray, On the lake below thy gentle eyes; The clouds hang over it, heavy… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
Maybe the heart is part of the mist. And that's all that there is or could ever exist. Maybe and maybe and… — Paul Simon Copy Share Image
She was still under the spell of her infatuation. She had tried to forget him, realizing the inutility of remembering. But the… — Kate Chopin Copy Share Image
How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do… — Chief Seattle 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
Suddenly she felt strong and happy. She was not afraid of the darkness or the fog and she knew with a singing… — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
You cannot depict love inside a frame of fact. It needs a mist to dissolve in. — Stephen Leacock Copy Share Image
The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swoln with wind, and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and… — John Milton Copy Share Image