That country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
The partition separating life from death is so tenuous. The unbelievable fragility of our organism suggests a vision on a screen: a… — Czeslaw Milosz 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
It is scarcely credible to what degree discernment may be dazzled by the mist of pride, and wisdom infatuated by the intoxication… — Samuel Johnson Copy Share Image
If the heart of a man is depressed with cares, The mist is dispell'd when a woman appears; Like the notes of… — John Gay Copy Share Image
I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen, of meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers that have been;… — J. R. R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
How innocent were these Trees, that in Mist-green May, blown by a prospering breeze, Stood garlanded and gay; Who now in sundown… — Siegfried Sassoon Copy Share Image
There had been a frozen mist here, and the trees were spun into feathers. Their fragile brilliance made me wonder why, into… — Maria McCann Copy Share Image
Why should we live halfway up the hill and swathed in the mists, when we might have an unclouded sky and a… — Alexander MacLaren 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
There is no particular source my stories come from. The stories always seem to be there waiting for me, though sometimes shrouded… — Jay Neugeboren Copy Share Image
“Close to the road a cow would stand knee-deep in the mist, with horns damp enough to have a pearly shine in… — Robert Penn Warren Copy Share Image
It is certainly not then-not in dreams- but when one is wide awake, at moments of robust joy and achievement, on the… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
When I reached C Company lines, which were at the top of the hill, I paused and looked back at the camp,… — Evelyn Waugh Copy Share Image
Men live their lives trapped in an eternal present, between the mists of memory and the sea of shadow that is all… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
All in November's soaking mist We stand and prune the naked tree, While all our love and interest Seem quenched in the… — Ruth Pitter Copy Share Image
There in the mist, enormous, majestic, silent and terrible, stood the Great Wall of China. Solitarily, with the indifference of nature herself,… — W. Somerset Maugham 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
But still when the mists of doubt prevail, And we lie becalmed by the shores of age, We hear from the misty… — Bret Harte 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
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
With the coming of television, and the knowledge of how it could be used to seduce voters, the old political values disappeared.… — Joe McGinniss Copy Share Image
She was a girl and she was a queen and back in the mists she was a woman who had seized the… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
A low line of shore was visible at first on the right between the movement of the waves and fog, but when… — John Millington Synge Copy Share Image
