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It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk on that long beach Everything was withdrawn as far as… — Elizabeth Bishop Copy Share Image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
Fifty years from now Britain will still be the country of long shadows on county grounds, warm beer, invincible green suburbs, dog… — John Major Copy Share Image
I certainly don't sit down and plan a book out before I write it. There's a phrase I use called "The Valley… — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
The hidden village was something we found when we went to research in China we climbed a mountain in the Sichuan province… — Jennifer Yuh Nelson Copy Share Image
And so, through all the thick mists of the dim doubts in my mind, divine intuitions now and then shoot, enkindling my… — Herman Melville Copy Share Image
The one and only formative power given to man Is thought. By his thinking he not only makes character, but body and… — Anthony Ashley-Cooper, 7th Earl of Shaftesbury 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
October arrives in a swirl of fragrant blue leaf smoke, the sweetness of slightly frosted MacIntosh apples, and little hard acorns falling.… — Jean Hersey Copy Share Image
All our language about the future ... is like a set of signposts pointing into a bright mist ... the New Testament… — N. T. Wright Copy Share Image
How many years have slipped through our hands? At least as many as the constellations we still can identify. The quarter moon,… — Charles Wright Copy Share Image
But a day must come when the fire of youth will be quenched in my veins, when winter will dwell in my… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Unless you are here: this garden refuses to exist. Pink dragonflies fall from the air and become scorpions scratching blood out of… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“I breathe in the fine mist from the water, the scents of loam and clotted river grass.” — Holly Black Copy Share Image
All Christian language about the future is a set of signposts pointing into a mist. — N. T. Wright Copy Share Image
“Trains aren't a problem." "You turn into mist?" "No, I step out of the way.” — Tanya Huff Copy Share Image
Than smoke and mist who better could appraise The kindred spirit of an inner haze? — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
“There is a low mist in the woods— It is a good day to study lichens.” — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
“Our lives are spent sailing in the mist, hoping for a burst of sunlight that can make sense of who we are.” — David Gemmell Copy Share Image
I've worked with Frank [Darabont] on two collaborations, The Majestic with Jim Carrey and Stephen King's The Mist. — Laurie Holden Copy Share Image
Racism is a phenomenal thing; it is like a thick mist that obscures the vision and judgement of even great minds. — J. Nozipo Maraire Copy Share Image
There was no way to focus on the movement of the cable. If I looked down at the cable there was water… — Nik Wallenda Copy Share Image
The splendors of the firmament of time May be eclipsed, but are extinguished not; Like stars to their appointed height they climb… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Bears, dragons, tempestuous on mountain and river, Startle the forest and make the heights tremble. Clouds darken beneath the darkness of rain,… — Li Bai Copy Share Image
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
“Within the blinding mists it is hard to seek out any source of light. But there is absolutely light to be found;… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
How do the stems connect to the roots?' 'Where is the mist coming from?' 'Why does one tree seem darker than another?'… — Alain de Botton Copy Share Image
“The night was white-blind with fog, and Kate staggered over every stone and stumbled in every puddle, but she pushed on as… — Erin Bow Copy Share Image