The Mist Quotes

The Mist Quote of the day

A flash of harmless lightning, A mist of rainbow dyes, The burnished sunbeams brightening From flower to flower he flies.

You never realized how thick your fog was until it lifted.

Unless God's Word illumine the way, the whole life of men is wrapped in darkness and mist, so that they cannot but miserably stray.

There is nothing, indeed, which God will not do for a man who dares to step out upon what seems to be the mist; though as he puts his foot down he finds a rock beneath him.

Champagne's funny stuff. I'm used to whiskey. Whiskey is a slap on the back, and champagne's a heavy mist before my eyes.

Music fills the infinite between two souls. This has been muffled by the mist of our daily habits.

The mountain remains unmoved at its seeming defeat by the mist.

his old life lay behind in the mists, dark adventure lay in front.

Walk on a rainbow trail; walk on a trail of song, and all about you will be beauty. There is a way out of every dark mist, over a rainbow trail.

Suddenly a mist fell from my eyes and I knew the way I had to take.

Eighteen might look at thirty-four through a rising mist of adolescence, but twenty-two would see thirty-eight with discerning clarity.

O hushed October morning mild, Begin the hours of this day slow, Make the day seem to us less brief... Retard the sun with gentle mist; Enchant the land with amethyst.

One should see that all appearance is like mist and fog.

There is no cloud above my head - there is not even a mist.

A giraffe is so much a lady that one refrains from thinking of her legs, but remembers her as floating over the plains in long garb, draperies of morning mist her mirage.

Knowledge would be fatal. It is the uncertainty that charms one. A mist makes things wonderful.

Live free, child of the mist,- and with respect to knowledge we are allchildren of the mist.

Prayer clears the mist and brings back peace to the Soul . . .

A country of long shadows on county cricket grounds, warm beer, green suburbs, dog lovers, and old maids cycling to holy communion through the morning mist.

In my state of spiritual abstraction, I no longer belong to myself and to my eyesight. I am nothing more than a single narrow gasping lung, floating over the mists and summits.

A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.

I watched the land for as long as I could, until it disappeared behind its shawl of mist, and until I had it fixed in my mind - unchanged, mysterious and beautiful

There are things of which I may not speak; There are dreams that cannot die; There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak, And bring a pallor into the cheek, And a mist before the eye.

I was watching souls going down into the abyss as thick and fast as snowflakes falling in the winter mist.

Spiritual experiences are like mist, they will evaporate.

His words are nothing more than mist and sunshine, impossible to hold down.

When you walk in the mist, you get wet.

Than smoke and mist who better could appraise The kindred spirit of an inner haze?

How beautiful is night! A dewy freshness fills the silent air; No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven.

Take your materials from what is around you - if you see a dandelion, write about that; if it's misty, write about the mist. The materials for poetry are all about you in profusion.

Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.

Dark, dark! The horror of darkness, like a shroud, wraps me and bears me on through mist and cloud.

My scars were reflecting the mist in your headlights I looked like a neon zebra, shaking rain off her stripes

But when we sit together, close,’ said Bernard, ‘we melt into each other with phrases. We are edged with mist. We make an unsubstantial territory.

Suddenly a mist of green on the trees, as quiet as thought.

So dull and dark are the November days. The lazy mist high up the evening curled, And now the morn quite hides in smoke and haze; The place we occupy seems all the world.

The electron, as it leaves the atom, crystallises out of Schrodinger's mist like a genie emerging from his bottle.

Is the sea drying up? It is going up into mist and coming down on us in this water spout, the rain. It raineth every day, and the weather represents our tearful despair on a large scale.

All of [the] activities here have a surreptitious end-of-the-world feel to them:... these joggers sleepwalking in the mist like shadow's who have escaped from Plato's cave

I wanted to create something that would live on forever, beyond my time, and out of that came Cashmere Mist.

For that which is boundless in you abides in the mansion of the sky, whose door is the morning mist, and whose windows are the songs and the silences of night.

Nothing that is can pause or stay; / The moon will wax, the moon will wane, / The mist and cloud will turn to rain, / The rain to mist and cloud again, / Tomorrow be today.

The English mist is always at work like a subtle painter, and London is a vast canvas prepared for the mist to work on.

There was mass hysteria in the Chess Recording Studio when I did the "Shapes of Things" solo ... they weren't expecting it, and it was just some weird mist coming from the East out of an amp.

The figures of the past go cloaked. They walk in mist and rain and snow And go, go slowly, but they go.

In California in the early Spring, There are pale yellow mornings, when the mist burns slowly into day, The air stings like Autumn, clarifies like pain - Well, I have dreamed this coast myself.

The harvested fields bathed in the autumn mist speak of God and his goodness far more vividly than any human lips.

Enveloped in a common mist, we seem to walk in clearness ourselves, and behold only the mist that enshrouds others.

The early mist had vanished and the fields lay like a silver shield under the sun. It was one of the days when the glitter of winter shines through a pale haze of spring.

The time draws near the birth of Christ; The moon is hid; the night is still; The Christmas bells from hill to hill Answer each other in the mist.