“If you ought to pass through a mist, first think of the ground, then of the sky.” — Florin-Marian Hera 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
Knowledge would be fatal. It is the uncertainty that charms one. A mist makes things wonderful. — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
You cannot depict love inside a frame of fact. It needs a mist to dissolve in. — Stephen Leacock Copy Share Image
As I stood and watched the mists slowly rising this morning I wondered what view was more beautiful than this. — Hal Borland Copy Share Image
Infinite toil would not enable you to sweep away a mist; but by ascending a little you may often look over it… — Arthur Helps Copy Share Image
The hill pines were sighing, O'ercast and chill was the day; A mist in the valley lying Blotted the pleasant May. — Robert Bridges 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
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
Who can fail to mist at Fergie's anthem, 'My humps, my humps, my lovely lady lumps.' Hmmm. 'My lunch, my lunch, I… — Celia Rivenbark 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
Tiers of mountains Cold wind feet Not need fan Ice cold through Moon shines bright Mist covers everything Sit all alone One… — Hanshan Copy Share Image
Walk on a rainbow trail; walk on a trail of song, and all about you will be beauty. There is a way… — Robert Motherwell Copy Share Image
I cheat him, I deceive him, yet the world does not sink in sulphur-colored mists. Madness conquers. I can no longer put… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“The moveless man moves along like the mist. The mist doesn’t hide, but all things are hidden in it—including the fog. Love… — Jarod Kintz Copy Share Image
We do not see and estimate the relative importance of objects so easily and clearly from the level or the waving land… — Albert Pike Copy Share Image
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
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
A new breeze is blowing, and a nation refreshed by freedom stands ready to push on. There is new ground to be… — George H. W. Bush Copy Share Image
When Janie looked out of her door she saw the drifting mists gathered in the west -- that cloud field of the… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
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
She made a snorting noise, astonishingly human for a ghost. " I'ardly like to tell you this, Nephilim, but if you want… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“You say that it is time to shake off the Mist, but Mankind walks in a Mist; that Reason which you cry… — Peter Ackroyd Copy Share Image
Behold, I have reached the peak of the mountain and my spirit has taken flight in the heavens of freedom and liberation.… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
Each must act as he thinks best; and if he is wrong, so much the worse for him. We stand on a… — James Fitzjames Stephen Copy Share Image
“Four seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of Man: He has his lusty Spring,… — John Keats 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
“Over the vistas broke a cold gray light, such as seen in those false dawns that are neither night nor true morning,… — K.W. Jeter 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
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
I cannot find any patience for those people who believe that you start writing when you sit down at your desk and… — Shirley Jackson Copy Share Image
“Highlanders, driving their "creagh" toward Balquhidder, passed, their moccasin-clad feet leaving as little impress on the mist as they had left in… — R.B. Cunninghame Graham Copy Share Image
