Mist Quote by John Geddes Download Open image ““...careful the morning lest it wake from slumber the city half-encumbered by the morning mist ...”” — John Geddes ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.7 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare Mist Morning Morning mist Poetry quotes Slumber
“Dawn in the city arrives in slumber and a quiet tolerance, which lingers until an urban urgency takes delivery of the day.” — Shawn P. McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Just as the morning light sweeps away the night, the darkness within me began to be chased away by a dawn in my soul.” — Anasazi Foundation Copy Share Image
“... Morning takes you again to the place of no return... I don’t have the time to tell you, how much I want you… — Zorica Savron Copy Share Image
“When the morning sun wakes up, the darkness in the valleys looks for a place to hide!” — Mehmet Murat ildan Copy Share Image
“The morning heat had already soaked through the walls, rising up from the floor like a ghost of summers past.” — Erik Tomblin Copy Share Image
“There’s something elementally horrific about waking before dawn.” — David Foster Wallace Copy Share Image
“...those others - they're looking for trends - subjects to catch a spark - but I have you - a coal from God's altar… — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“... my early writing was a silent fury - at what or whom, I had no idea - but I shut it in until… — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“...little children adore me - I'm a Troll Tamer and they know it!...” — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“...all this time I've been worshiping you - when other men wanted to kiss you, I've been offering the praise of my lips...” — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“... the scarlet thread,the red clay from which we were made, runs in tiny streams through all our veins, reminding us of where we… — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“...you are not what you seem - you're a Sylph - you leave and the air retains your image - you haunt me...” — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“...God daubs stars into galaxies with fiery paint - the same lacquer he uses upon your lips...” — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“...language always occurs in a context - you can speak Elizabethan words, but to speak the language you have to put on the mindset...” — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“...the feelings that pass between us are deeper than fleshly touches...” — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“...open the access to your heart and write down what your voice is whispering...” — John Geddes Copy Share Image
...true love is an irrevocable act - you can only give your heart away once - after that, you give as much as you… — John Geddes Copy Share Image
I think a new world will arise out of the religious mists when we approach our Bible with the idea that it is not… — Aiden Wilson Tozer Copy Share Image
Home is behind, the world ahead, And there are many paths to tread Through shadows to the edge of night, Until the stars are… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“...skeins of mist like translucent silk, bending and unbending in the headlight tunnels...” — John Geddes A Familiar Rain Copy Share Image
There was only the broad square with the scattered dim moons of the street lamps and with the monumental stone arch which receded into… — Erich Maria Remarque 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 living on the edge. We all are on the brink, and it takes a lot of nerve, a lot of energy, to teeter on the edge, looking over, looking down into the windy blackness and not being quite… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share
After a few days with the iPhone X, I can begin to make out its themes. It's a step towards fading the actual physical… — Steven Levy Copy Share Image
Unless we change our ways and our direction, our greatness as a nation will soon be a footnote in the history books, a distant… — Margaret Thatcher Copy Share Image
They call them the haunted shores, these stretches of Devonshire and Cornwall and Ireland which rear up against the westward ocean. Mists gather here,… — Dodie Smith Copy Share Image
Before the world was made, when it was only darkness and mist and waters, God was well aware of Lake Wobegon, my family, our… — Garrison Keillor Copy Share Image
Rome in the ages, dimmed with all her towers, / Floats in the mist, a little cloud at tether. — Alice Meynell Copy Share Image
It was October again ... a glorious October, all red and gold, with mellow mornings when the valleys were filled with delicate mists as if the spirit of autumn had poured them in for the sun to drain - amethyst, pearl, silver, rose, and smoke-blue. The dews were so heavy that the fields glistened like cloth of silver and there… — Lucy Maud Montgomery Copy Share