Mist Quotes
Ancient mirror Macick mirror Shades of gray Hidden Forbidden Within, away Part the mist Macick kissed Call the fey Reveal the past The spell is cast I save the day!
Maybe the heart is part of the mist. And that's all that there is or could ever exist. Maybe and maybe and maybe some more. Maybe's the exit that I'm looking for.
We call those poets who are first to mark, Through earth's dull mist the coming of the dawn, Who see in twilight's gloom the first pale spark, While others only note that day is gone.
I do not know how much they see through the Mist. I doubt it would matter to them if they knew the truth. Sometimes mortals can be more horrible than monsters.
But Annabeth knew that people saw what they wanted to see. They didn’t need the Mist to warp their perceptions.
Newton found that a star, examined through a glass tarnished by smoke, was diminished into a speck of light. But no smoke ever breathed so thick a mist as envy or detraction.
The hill pines were sighing, O'ercast and chill was the day; A mist in the valley lying Blotted the pleasant May.
Nothing is so fierce but love will soften; nothing so sharp-sighted in other matters but it will throw a mist before its eyes.
In off the moors, down through the mist beams, god-cursed Grendel came greedily loping.
The air crackled with the presage of lightning, and a heavy mist descended around them.
what primitive tastes the ancients must have had if their poets were inspired by those absurd, untidy clumps of mist, idiotically jostling one another about
It took me twenty years of living with my father to accept the idea that being good could be good enough.
The perception of a child who has not yet learned to protect itself by developing the tunnel vision that keeps out ninety percent of the universe.
And I wondered if love was too weak a word for what he felt, what he’d done for me. For what I felt for him.
It shocked his sense of dramatic economy that they should have to resort to violence when the same result could have been obtained by a minimum expenditure of energy.
There are times when the way has to pass through sufferings to cleanse ourselves from the burden of the past.
The kind of stillness of being nothing, and doing things from that emptiness, make one strong.
When the living gets unburdened with needs and desires, the life becomes simple and easy to carry.
Everything that flowers, dies too, but in its dying provides seed of a new beginning. - The Monk (Pg-50)
Fear grows in the darkness of the mind. It vanishes with the light of knowledge like the morning mist.
I remembered Grandmere Catherine used to tell me your first impressions about people usually prove to be the truest because your heart is the first to react.
There had always been something rather brutal about (..._) common sense.
But these are sad times, the 'prentices wanting to be masters, and every little tradesman wanting to be a Senator, and every dirty little urchin thinking he can giveimpudence to his betters!
Let mental suffering be intense enough, and it becomes a sort of carminative.
Sentimentality is a quality that rarely has the slightest influence on action.
Sometimes doing the right thing does take more courage, but the feeling it gives you deep inside makes it worth it.
for we all have our own twilights and mistsand abyssesto return to.
It was all real and blazing with detail. But I was shadow, light as mist, mute as the wallpaper.
We're better off not worrying about ourselves, and to do that, we have to worry about others.
Yes, I am a prisoner of sorts, but my prison isn't the house. It's my own thoughts that lock me up!
For him, I had done this-for him I'd gladly wrecked myself and my immortal soul. And now I had an eternity to live with it.
Maybe I'd always been broken and dark inside. Maybe someone who've been born whole and good would have put down the ash dagger and embraced death rather than what lay before me.
There are good days and hard days for me. Don't let the hard days win ~Mor ~A Court of Mist and Fury
When you spend so long trapped in darkness, you find that the darkness begins to stare back.
I could be the ceaseless mist that fogs your colourless eyes when you're lost in your universes.
you make autumn misttaste like champagne and turn winter raininto the elixir of life itself.
my love is a winter’s mistgently dissolvingthrough the windowat the nape of your neck.
Many atrocities, have been done in the name of the greater good.
Most of the time, our enquiries are triggered by desires to corroborate what we think it is, rather than the genuine desire to know." - Anishka (Pg 177)
how long is forever when you can stop the time for a while to see...the sunrise?
I have woken up…quite sloshedfrom night-mingled rainsa little drugged, by mountain fogsI have been kidnappedfor years....by a mere kiss.
the ocean mist engulfs me, like a lifetime’s friendship honored.
