Before the world was made, when it was only darkness and mist and waters, God was well aware of Lake Wobegon, my… — Garrison Keillor 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's a funny thing about bogs. You can fill them with rocks and sand and old logs and make a little fenced-in… — Tove Jansson Copy Share Image
Tier on tier of beautiful mountains and streams Blue green vistas locked in white clouds The mist makes my bandana wet Dew… — Hanshan Copy Share Image
There was only the broad square with the scattered dim moons of the street lamps and with the monumental stone arch which… — Erich Maria Remarque Copy Share Image
“The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth… — Robert Jordan Copy Share Image
Our Lord's descent from the holy heights of the Mount of Transfiguration was more than a physical return from greater to lesser… — James E. Talmage 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
Sure, I’m dramatic and sloppily semi-cynical and semi-sentimental. But, in leisure years I could grow and choose my way. Now I am… — Sylvia Plath 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
You are never lost when you can see the temple. The temple will provide direction for you and your family in a… — Gary E. Stevenson Copy Share Image
I took her hand in mine, and we went out of the ruined place; and, as the morning mists had risen long… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
A mist. A great mist. It covered the entire kingdom. And everyone in it - the good people and the not so… — Jane Yolen Copy Share Image
From the cab stepped a tall old man. Black raincoat and hat and a battered valise. He paid the driver, then turned… — William Peter Blatty Copy Share Image
I wonder what a soul…a person's soul…would look like,' said Priscilla dreamily. 'Like that, I should think,' answered Anne, pointing to a… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The idea of immortality, that like a sea has ebbed and flowed in the human heart, with its countless waves of hope… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The Himalayas make you insignificant. When you are trekking in the mountains of the Himalayas and finally you reach the top exhausted… — Victor Banerjee Copy Share Image
Looking, touching, material, place and form are all inseparable from the resulting work. It is difficult to say where one stops and… — Andy Goldsworthy Copy Share Image
Nicholas Benedict did have an exceptional gift for knowing things (more exceptional, in fact, than most adults would have thought possible), and… — Trenton Lee Stewart 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
Life knows us not and we do not know life—-we don’t know even our own thoughts. Half the words we use have… — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
When machines fail, when technology fails, when the conventional religion fails, people have got to have something. Even a zombin lurching through… — Stephen King 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
If you give your soul up to anything earthly, whether it be the wealth, or the honours, or the pleasures of this… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
And when, in the evening of life, the golden clouds rest sweetly and invitingly upon the golden mountains, and the light of… — J. G. Holland 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
The brooks flow to their lover, the sea, and the flowers smile at the object of their passion, the light. The mist… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“The roiling, restless fog is like chaos before a storm, swirling streaks resembling wintry clouds. Serpents lurking there can spread its pestilence,… — Luo Guanzhong Copy Share Image
Will not the very moment of great disillusionment with my brother or sister be incomparably wholesome for me becuase it so thoroughly… — Dietrich Bonhoeffer Copy Share Image
When Catholicism goes bad it becomes the world-old, world-wide religio of amulets and holy places and priestcraft. Protestantism,in its corresponding decay, becomes… — C. S. Lewis Copy Share Image
The night crept on apace, the moon went down, the stars grew pale and dim, and morning, cold as they, slowly approached.… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Did you not look upon the world this morning and imagine it as the boy might see it? And did you not… — Jamie O'Neill Copy Share Image
Today I sat before the cliff Until the mist and rainbows disappeared I followed the emerald stream Explored a thousand tiers of… — Hanshan Copy Share Image
Paul Scholes was the jewel in the crown, the first name on the teamsheet and unquestionably one of the finest England players… — Glenn Hoddle Copy Share Image
My curiosity, alas, is not the kind that can be satisfied by objective knowledge. Plato said that opinion is worthless and that… — Hayden Carruth Copy Share Image
In the far, far future, essentially all matter will have returned to energy. But because of the enormous expansion of space, this… — Brian Greene Copy Share Image
I love to watch the fine mist of the night come on, The windows and the stars illumined, one by one, The… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
To stand at the edge of the sea, to sense the ebb and flow of the tides, to feel the breath of… — Rachel Carson Copy Share Image
It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk on that long beach Everything was withdrawn as far as… — Elizabeth Bishop Copy Share Image
And beyond the timeless meadows and emerald pastures, the rabbit holes and moss-covered oak and rowan trees and the "slippy sloppy" houses… — Susan Branch Copy Share Image
