Joys come from simple and natural things: mists over meadows, sunlight on leaves, the path of the moon over water. — Sigurd F. Olson Copy Share Image
“Trees quiver in the wind, sailing on a sea of mist out of earshot.” — Dag Hammarskjöld 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
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 English mist is always at work like a subtle painter, and London is a vast canvas prepared for the mist to… — Arthur Symons Copy Share Image
But Annabeth knew that people saw what they wanted to see. They didn’t need the Mist to warp their perceptions. — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
His words are nothing more than mist and sunshine, impossible to hold down. — Erin Hunter Copy Share Image
The purity men love is like the mists which envelope the earth, and not like the azure ether beyond. — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
The first group started along the strait and narrow path, but they did not take hold of the iron rod that would… — Mary N. Cook Copy Share Image
Of all the phantoms fleeting in the mist Of time, though meagre all and ghostly thin; Most unsubstantial, unessential shade Was earthly… — Robert Pollok Copy Share Image
“We changed again, and yet again, and it was now too late and too far to go back, and I went on.… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Sometimes I think with the telephone that if I concentrate enough I could pour myself into it and I'd be turned into… — Nicholson Baker Copy Share Image
The autumn hill gathers the remaining light, A flying bird chases after its companion. The green color is bright And brings me… — Wang Wei Copy Share Image
Is the sea drying up? It is going up into mist and coming down on us in this water spout, the rain.… — Mary Boykin Chesnut Copy Share Image
Unless we change our ways and our direction, our greatness as a nation will soon be a footnote in the history books,… — Margaret Thatcher Copy Share Image
Lord, my life is but a mist (James 4:14), yet through Your power, the things I give myself to can have an… — Paige Omartian Copy Share Image
Girl with the burning golden eyes, And red-bird song, and snowy throat: I bring you gold and silver moons, And diamond stars,… — Grace Noll Crowell Copy Share Image
I had no fear of the stream's perils, and I listened with the greatest contentment to the quiet slap of water on… — Clare B. Dunkle Copy Share Image
Oxford, in those days, was still a city of aquatint. In her spacious and quiet streets men walked and spoke as they… — Evelyn Waugh Copy Share Image
It's too easy, you see, to get trapped in the past. The past is very seductive. People always talk about the mists… — Susanna Kearsley Copy Share Image
There was a filmy veil of soft dull mist obscuring, but not hiding, all objects, giving them a lilac hue, for the… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
“The mist enveloped her form. She was lifted into it, then instantly dropped. Swiftly, the mist retreated to the window. It was… — A.E. van Vogt Copy Share Image
In life, a person will come and go from many homes. We may leave a house, a town, a room, but that… — Ari Berk 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
“Is there any sight more beautiful than ethereal mist cast over an eternal sea?” — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Copy Share Image
Rome in the ages, dimmed with all her towers, / Floats in the mist, a little cloud at tether. — Alice Meynell Copy Share Image
“The mountain veiled in mist is not a hill; an oak tree in the rain is not a weeping willow.” — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
Beauty is like life itself: a dawn mist the sun burns off. It gives no peace, no rest. — Gregory Orr Copy Share Image
In off the moors, down through the mist beams, god-cursed Grendel came greedily loping. — Seamus Heaney Copy Share Image
“...skeins of mist like translucent silk, bending and unbending in the headlight tunnels...” — John Geddes A Familiar Rain 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
“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
If the heart of a man is depressed with cares, The mist is dispelled when a woman appears. — John Gay 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
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
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
And all poets love dust and mist because all the last answers. Go running back to dust and mist. — Carl Sandburg 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
remember you must live. remember you most love. remainder you mist leaf. — Ali Smith Copy Share Image
