In winter there is no heat, no light, no noon, evening touches morning, there is fog, and mist, the window is frosted,… — Victor Hugo 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 way with Ireland is that no sooner do you get away from her than the golden mists begin to close about… — Katharine Tynan 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
I sit cross-legged on the rock The valleys and streams are cold and damp Sitting quietly is beautiful The cliffs are lost… — Hanshan Copy Share Image
“for we all have our own twilights and mists and abysses to return to.” — Sanober Khan Copy Share Image
When Catholicism goes bad it becomes the religion of amulets and holy places and priestcraft: Protestantism, in its corresponding decay, becomes a… — Anonymous 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
“What I saw had no solidity, it was all made of mist and nylon, with nothing behind.” — Anna Kavan Copy Share Image
As the mist leaves no scar On the dark green hill So my body leaves no scar On you and never will — Leonard Cohen Copy Share Image
How beautiful is night! A dewy freshness fills the silent air; No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the… — Robert Southey Copy Share Image
Live free, child of the mist,- and with respect to knowledge we are allchildren of the mist. — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
That sinuous southern life, that oblique and slow and complicated old beauty, that warm thick air and blood warm sea, that place… — Anne Rivers Siddons 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
History knocks at a thousand gates at every moment, and the gatekeeper is chance. We shout into the mist for this one… — Alexander Herzen Copy Share Image
Dark, dark! The horror of darkness, like a shroud, wraps me and bears me on through mist and cloud. — Sophocles 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
My sister Kwan believes she has yin eyes. She sees those who have died and now dwell in the world of Yin,… — Amy Tan 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
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
What's extraordinary about Cobra Mist, and so much of what went on at Orford, was that the public were completely oblivious to… — Michael Portillo Copy Share Image
Nothing that is can pause or stay; / The moon will wax, the moon will wane, / The mist and cloud will… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun. — John Keats Copy Share Image
