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Mist Quotes by Neil Gaiman
- To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the devil his…
- She sat down on one of her grandmother's uncomfortable armchairs, and the cat sprang up into her lap and made itself comfortable. The light that…
- The fallen autumn leaves were slick beneath Bod's feet, and the mists blurred the edges of the world. Nothing was as clean-cut as he had…
- It doth not hurt", whispered a faint voice, "She will take you life and all you are and all you care'st for, and she will…
- Repeat after me, there are the living and the dead, there are day-folk and night-folk, there are ghouls and mist-walkers, there are high hunters and…
More Mist Quotes
- Sob, heavy world Sob as you spin, Mantled in mist Remote from the happy. — Wystan Hugh Auden
- 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
- To say prayers in a decent, delicate way is not heavy work. But to pray really, to pray till hell feels the… — Edward McKendree Bounds
- I headed for this white mountain, but was caught in the wind and the mist . . . I followed the cliff… — Louis Bleriot
- Joys come from simple and natural things: mists over meadows, sunlight on leaves, the path of the moon over water. — Sigurd F. Olson
- May every soul that touches mine - be it the slightest contact - get there from some good; some little grace; one… — George Eliot
- Knowledge is soon changed, then lost in the mist, an echo half-heard. — Gene Wolfe
- I saw Chungking for the first time more than 40 years ago - a city of hills and mists, of grays and… — Theodore White
- The mists of nostalgia color memory. — Ken Tucker
- The partition separating life from death is so tenuous. The unbelievable fragility of our organism suggests a vision on a screen: a… — Czeslaw Milosz
- The harvested fields bathed in the autumn mist speak of God and his goodness far more vividly than any human lips. — Albert Schweitzer
- How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do… — Chief Seattle