The truth is that our only safety, our only security, our only hope is to hold fast to that which is good.… — David S. Baxter Copy Share Image
While fame impedes and constricts, obscurity wraps about a man like a mist; obscurity is dark, ample, and free; obscurity lets the… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
There is nothing more poetic and terrible than the skyscrapers' battle with the heavens that cover them. Snow, rain, and mist highlight,… — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
As I stood and watched the mists slowly rising this morning I wondered what view was more beautiful than this. — Hal Borland Copy Share Image
Webs are made mostly of spaces. They break easily. They barely exist. They belong to the category of half-things: mist, smoke, shrouds,… — Alice Oswald Copy Share Image
Didn't you tie the mittens on her feet (Wednesday Evening's) extra special nice? Yes--she is an extra special nice pigeon. She cries… — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
“It is a pleasure to stand upon the shore, and see the ships tossed upon the sea; a pleasure to stand in… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
On motionless wing they emerge from the lifting mists, sweep a final arc of sky, and settle in clangorous descending spirals to… — Aldo Leopold Copy Share Image
As for me, I delight in the every day Way Among mist-wrapped vines and rocky caves Here in the wilderness I am… — Hanshan 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
Night doesn't fall in Rome; it rises from the city's heart, from the gloomy little alleys and courtyards where the sun never… — Caroline Llewellyn Copy Share Image
The time draws near the birth of Christ; The moon is hid; the night is still; The Christmas bells from hill to… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
“Ethereal mist lingered across the hushed landscape, shrouding a round moon, gossamer swans dancing across a lake of pearl. Yet, while it… — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Copy Share Image
Under the desert sun, in the dogmatic clarity, the fables of theology and the myths of classical philosophy dissolve like mist. The… — Edward Abbey 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
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
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
'Tell me one last thing,' said Harry. 'Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head?' Dumbledore beamed at him,… — Anonymous 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
A man is not expected to love his country, lest he make an ass of himself. Yet our country, seen through the… — E. B. White 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
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
I am the dust in the sunlight, I am the ball of the sun . . . I am the mist of… — Rumi Copy Share Image
