Mist Quote by Julien Green Download Open image “I enter the world called real as one enters a mist.” — Julien Green ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.6 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare Mist Real World
“I enter the world called real as one enters a mist. Our life is a book that writes itself and whose principal themes sometimes… — Julien Green Copy Share Image
I called the world of phenomena an illusion, I called my eyes and my tongue an accident, valueless phenomena. No, that is all over;… — Hermann Hesse Copy Share Image
Of course you're real-like any thought or any story. It's real when you're in it. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“If you have left the real world and entered an imaginary one. Thank the author, that showed you the way. Please leave a review,… — Erik Dean Copy Share Image
I was enchanted by the escape into that meticulous world that seemed real yet not... well, it seemed not real, but very detailed and… — Richard Foreman Copy Share Image
Just imagine becoming the way you used to be as a very young child, before you understood the meaning of any word, before opinions… — Miguel Angel Ruiz Copy Share Image
“The novelist is like a scout commissioned to go and see what is happening in the depth of the soul. He comes back and… — Julien Green Copy Share Image
Perhaps the greatest consolation of the oppressed is to consider themselves superior to their tyrants. — Julien Green Copy Share Image
I have always thought that by observing things with a great deal of attention you eventually wrest some of their secrets from them, making… — Julien Green Copy Share Image
“It has become somewhat trite, nowadays, to say that after so many years of destruction it is a kind of miracle that Paris is still standing, a miracle we thrill to every day. But if the beauty of Paris has survived wars, how extraordinary that it can do nothing against the pickaxes of the Parisians themselves when they make up… — Julien Green Copy Share
The secret is to write just anything, to dare to write just anything, because when you write just anything, you begin to say what… — Julien Green Copy Share Image
“Sometimes we do things, without thinking, that make no sense to us until much later, and yet appear to have been prompted by the… — Julien Green Copy Share Image
If people only knew what lies at the heart of my novels! What a tumult of desires these carefully written pages conceal! I sometimes… — Julien Green Copy Share Image
“What we give the world, we have borrowed from no one; it is ours. It may be taken from us, stolen from us, but… — Julien Green Copy Share Image
The greatest explorer on this earth never takes voyages as long as those of the man who descends to the depth of his heart. — Julien Green Copy Share Image
“Things we could not tell each other with the width of the Atlantic between us we communicated from heart to heart in those imaginary… — Julien Green Copy Share Image
“I am the road running through Paris," says the Seine. 'I have carried off many images since you were a child and reflected many clouds. I am changeable, but as people are: I have my moments of happiness in the June dawn and my sinister times some December evenings. Above all I am inquisitive - you call it being in… — Julien Green Copy Share
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
