Out of the mists of our long oppression, / We bring love for ourselves and each other, / And love for the… — Harry Hay 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
“February Soup by Stewart Stafford The February fog, Turns all into blobs, Orange street lights, To Valentine's Night. When the wind strays,… — Stewart Stafford Copy Share Image
Spring scarce had greener fields to show than these Of mid September; through the still warm noon The rivulets ripple forth a… — Edward Dowden 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
But when the fairy sang the whole world listened to him. Stephen felt clouds pause in their passing; he felt sleeping hills… — Susanna Clarke Copy Share Image
Ascend beyond the sickly atmosphere to a higher plane, and purify yourself by drinking as if it were ambrosia the fire that… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
The task of youth is not only its own salvation but the salvation of those against whom it rebels, but in that… — Jane Addams Copy Share Image
After a few days with the iPhone X, I can begin to make out its themes. It's a step towards fading the… — Steven Levy Copy Share Image
I had seen a herd of Buffalo, one hundred and twenty-nine of them, come out of the morning mist under a copper… — Isak Dinesen Copy Share Image
The white face of the winter day came sluggishly on, veiled in a frosty mist; and the shadowy ships in the river… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
God was something I did not understand the way kids who went to church did. They said God was a man in… — Melissa Coleman Copy Share Image
And is an ending always bad? it asked. Must not all things, even worlds, someday end?"There is no need to hasten that… — Brandon Sanderson Copy Share Image
A slave's soul has no worth, my brothers; it lacks strength to tread on this great earth with gallantry and freedom. I… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
Mere poets are sottish as mere drunkards are, who live in a continual mist, without seeing or judging anything clearly. A man… — John Dryden Copy Share Image
Across the land a faint blue veil of mist Seems hung; the woods wear yet arrayment sober Till frost shall make them… — Siegfried Sassoon Copy Share Image
As in everything else, I find that age is not good for much, that one becomes deafer and less sensitive. Also, the… — Kathe Kollwitz Copy Share Image
Winter near the shore is cold. The wind kicks up a salty mist and elephant seals come to shore to trumpet and… — Christopher Moore Copy Share Image
There was a filmy veil of soft dull mist obscuring, but not hiding, all objects, giving them a lilac hue, for the… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
It's too easy, you see, to get trapped in the past. The past is very seductive. People always talk about the mists… — Susanna Kearsley Copy Share Image
The darkness is not so dense as it was; there are faint streaks on the horizon's verge; mist is in the valleys,… — William Morley Punshon Copy Share Image
“The mist enveloped her form. She was lifted into it, then instantly dropped. Swiftly, the mist retreated to the window. It was… — A.E. van Vogt Copy Share Image
I love the chill October days, when the brown leaves lie thick and sodden underneath your feet ... the evenings in late… — Jerome K. Jerome Copy Share Image
I've come to believe that God, in His wisdom, allows martyrdom in every generation in part because, without them, the reality of… — Mark Galli Copy Share Image
Girl with the burning golden eyes, And red-bird song, and snowy throat: I bring you gold and silver moons, And diamond stars,… — Grace Noll Crowell Copy Share Image
I wish someone else would write a book that clearly and persuasively articulated why women's reproductive rights are so important to this… — Amy Bloom Copy Share Image
In a river mist, if another boat knocks against yours, you might yell at the other fellow to stay clear. But if… — Zhuangzi Copy Share Image
I had no fear of the stream's perils, and I listened with the greatest contentment to the quiet slap of water on… — Clare B. Dunkle Copy Share Image
The Hellish and dismal cloud of...Coal...perpetually imminent over (London) ...that her inhabitants breathe nothing but impure and thick mist...corrupting the lungs and… — John Evelyn Copy Share Image
How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do… — Chief Seattle Copy Share Image
Blackened skeleton arms of wood by the wayside pointed upward to the convent, as if the ghosts of former travellers, overwhelmed by… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
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