The Death Mist is not for helping!" Akhlys shrieked. "It shrouds mortals in misery as their souls pass into the Underworld. It… — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
The time draws near the birth of Christ; The moon is hid; the night is still; The Christmas bells from hill to… — Alfred Lord Tennyson 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
Alas, how easily things go wrong! A sigh too much, a kiss too long And there follows a mist and a weeping… — George MacDonald 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
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
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
The fallen autumn leaves were slick beneath Bod's feet, and the mists blurred the edges of the world. Nothing was as clean-cut… — Neil Gaiman 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
I am the dust in the sunlight, I am the ball of the sun . . . I am the mist of… — Rumi 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
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
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
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
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
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
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
“The desperate piercing scream of horror echoed far above the sharpened tops of the trees wrapped in thin obsidian-transparent mist, and I… — Simona Panova Copy Share Image
O hushed October morning mild, Begin the hours of this day slow, Make the day seem to us less brief... Retard the… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Ancient mirror Macick mirror Shades of gray Hidden Forbidden Within, away Part the mist Macick kissed Call the fey Reveal the past… — Anonymous 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
The mist was so challenging and the winds hit me, definitely more than I expected. It was definitely those winds, you can't… — Nik Wallenda Copy Share Image
O little souls! as pure as white And crystalline as rays of light Direct from heaven, their source divine; Refracted through the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 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
A giraffe is so much a lady that one refrains from thinking of her legs, but remembers her as floating over the… — Isak Dinesen Copy Share Image
A country of long shadows on county cricket grounds, warm beer, green suburbs, dog lovers, and old maids cycling to holy communion… — John Major 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
All day, the colors had been those of dusk, mist moving like a water creature across the great flanks of mountains possessed… — Kiran Desai Copy Share Image
I saw Chungking for the first time more than 40 years ago - a city of hills and mists, of grays and… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
As the end of the century approaches, all our culture is like flies at the beginning of winter. Having lost their agility,… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“As the droplets fell harder across his back and shoulders, he could feel his body disappearing bit by bit into the mist.… — Dan Brown Copy Share Image
There are things of which I may not speak; There are dreams that cannot die; There are thoughts that make the strong… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
And so, perhaps, the truth winds somewhere between the road to Glastonbury, Isle of the Priests, and the road to Avalon, lost… — Marion Zimmer Bradley Copy Share Image
By cultivating an interest in a few good books which contain the result of the toil or the quintessence of the genius… — Thomas Starr King Copy Share Image
God is here, right now, at our side. We can see him in this mist, in the ground we're walking on, even… — Paulo Coelho Copy Share Image
The lonely season in lonely lands, when fled Are half the birds, and mists lie low, and the sun Is rarely seen,… — Robert Bridges Copy Share Image
what primitive tastes the ancients must have had if their poets were inspired by those absurd, untidy clumps of mist, idiotically jostling… — Yevgeny Zamyatin 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
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