Quotes About Mist

Quotes tagged as "mist" (showing 1-30 of 33)
Jarod Kintz
“I’d rather fake my own fog, than fake a steamy love scene. Can I interest you in some mist? It’s homemade.”
Jarod Kintz, This is the best book I've ever written, and it still sucks

Dodie Smith
“Why is summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad?”
Dodie Smith, I Capture the Castle

Jarod Kintz
“Myth, mist, and mystery all add to the illusion of love. If you need me I’ll be by the fog machine wearing a tunic and writing an epic poem in Greek.”
Jarod Kintz, This Book is Not FOR SALE

Jarod Kintz
“I wish I had a body like fog or mist, and could move mysteriously. But genetics being what they are, I’m stuck with a body like haze.”
Jarod Kintz, How to put out forest fires with your naked body

Brandon Sanderson
“Kelsier smiled. 'It means that you, Vin, are a very special person. You have a power that most high noblemen envy. It is a power that, had you been born an aristocrat, would have made you one of the most deadly and influential people in all of the final empire.'
Kelsier leaned forward again. 'But, you weren't born an aristocrat. You're not noble, Vin. You don't have to play by their rules--and that makes you even more powerful.”
Brandon Sanderson, The Final Empire

Erin Bow
“At night the fog was thick and full of light, and sometimes voices.”
Erin Bow, Plain Kate

“He heard her in his heart - whispering from the mist”
John Geddes, A Familiar Rain

Umberto Eco
“I returned to the courtyard and saw that the sun had grown weaker. Beautiful and clear as it had been, the morning (as the day approached the completion of its first half) was becoming damp and misty. Heavy clouds moved from the north and were invading the top of the mountain, covering it with a light brume. It seemed to be fog, and perhaps fog was also rising from the ground, but at that altitude it was difficult to distinguish the mists that rose from below and those that come down from above. It was becoming hard to discern the bulk of the more distant buildings.”
Umberto Eco, The Name of the Rose

Jarod Kintz
“Trying to remember a dream from a decade ago is like trying to catch fog in a coffee filter. I could subsist on morning mist.”
Jarod Kintz, I love Blue Ribbon Coffee

Erin Bow
“The night was white-blind with fog, and Kate staggered over every stone and stumbled in every puddle, but she pushed on as fast as she could.”
Erin Bow, Plain Kate

“for we all have
our own

and mists
and abysses

to return to.”
Sanober Khan

Robert Walser
“You do see me crossing the meadow
stiff and dead from the mist?
I long for that home,
that home I've never had,
and without any hope
that I'll ever be able to reach it.
For such a home, never touched,
I carry that longing that will
never die, like that meadow dies
stiff and dead from the mist.
You do see me crossing it, full of dread?”
Robert Walser, Oppressive Light: Selected Poems by Robert Walser

Simona Panova
“The desperate piercing scream of horror echoed far above the sharpened tops of the trees wrapped in thin obsidian-transparent mist, and I startled jerkily, tripping again, and almost collapsed onto the cold moist ground.”
Simona Panova, Nightmarish Sacrifice

K.W. Jeter
“Over the vistas broke a cold gray light, such as seen in those false dawns that are neither night nor true morning, when the world and all its contents seem but shapes of mist, formed in vain hope and desire... If you awake from troubled sleep at such a time, you can only sit by the window and think of those that have been lost to you, those that followed your parents into those cold and heartless regions below the grass, silent and dark. Eventually, morning comes and the world resumes its solidity, but another tiny thread of ice has been stitched into your heart forever.”
K.W. Jeter, Morlock Night

“...careful the morning lest it wake from slumber the city half-encumbered by the morning mist ...”
John Geddes, A Familiar Rain

“the ocean mist
engulfs me, like a lifetime’s
friendship honored.”
Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest

Anna Kavan
“What I saw had no solidity, it was all made of mist and nylon, with nothing behind.”
Anna Kavan, Ice
tags: ice, mist, nylon

Robert Penn Warren
“Close to the road a cow would stand knee-deep in the mist, with horns damp enough to have a pearly shine in the starlight, and it would look at the black blur we were as we went whirling into the blazing corridor of light which we could never quite get into for it would be always splitting the dark just in front of us. The cow would stand there knee-deep in the mist and look at the black blur and the blaze and then, not turning his head, at the place where the black blur and blaze had been, with the remote, massive, unvindictive indifference of God-All-Mighty or Fate or me, if I were standing there knee-deep in the mist, and the blur and the blaze whizzed past and withered on off between the fields and the patches of woods.”
Robert Penn Warren, All the King's Men

Gayathri Jayakumar
“My love will not wither away
Like the momentous beauty of a Rose,
But I am the weed, no matter how much you pluck away
It sprouts again and grows…"

-(Precious Love)”
Gayathri Jayakumar, Blossoms In The Mist

“you make autumn mist
taste like champagne

and turn winter rain
into the elixir of life itself.”
Sanober Khan

Jarod Kintz
“Ben Bernanke is like an economist on a misty morning, because he hasn’t the foggiest clue.”
Jarod Kintz, This Book is Not FOR SALE
tags: fog, humor, mist

Jarod Kintz
“I feel like I’m walking around in a fog. Orafoura doesn’t call me Mr. Mist for nothing.”
Jarod Kintz, 99 Cents For Some Nonsense

Robert Liparulo
“Tendrils of mist slithered over the forest floor, around the base of trees. Xander noticed that some of it had climbed the porch pillars and drifted, almost invisibly, over the shingles of the porch roof. It reminded him of an old TV series Dean's dad had bought on DVD: Dark Shadows. It was about a creepy old house and a vampire who lived there. Barnabas, Xander remembered.”
Robert Liparulo, House of Dark Shadows

Jarod Kintz
“The moveless man moves along like the mist. The mist doesn’t hide, but all things are hidden in it—including the fog. Love is the only thing that moves the moveless man, and he hasn't the foggiest clue why his eyes get misty when he thinks of her.”
Jarod Kintz, This Book is Not FOR SALE

“my love is a winter’s mist
gently dissolving
through the window
at the nape of your neck.”
Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest

“Mist of the lust-for-life obnubilates the mirror, romance is reflected on.”
Junaid e Mustafa

“some poems froth
and foam and rise...

out of my morning cup of
mist-sweetened coffee.”
Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence

Lawren Leo
“Hidden by diaphanous clouds of mist and fog floating gracefully over vales of heather and flowing runnels, she began to dance.”
Lawren Leo, Love's Shadow: Nine Crooked Paths

James Dashner
“Thomas had no concept of time as he went through the Changing.
It started much like his first memory of the Box—dark and cold. But this time he had no sensation of anything touching his feet or body. He floated in emptiness, stared into a void of black. He saw nothing, heard nothing, smelled nothing. It was as if someone had stolen his five senses, leaving him in a vacuum.
Time stretched on. And on. Fear turned into curiosity, which turned into boredom.
Finally, after an interminable wait, things began to change.
A distant wind picked up, unfelt but heard. Then a swirling mist of whiteness appeared far in the distance—a spinning tornado of smoke that formed into a long funnel, stretching out until he could see neither the top nor the bottom of the white whirlwind. He felt the gales then, sucking into the cyclone so that it blew past him from behind, ripping at his clothes and hair like they were shredded flags caught in a storm.
The tower of thick mist began to move toward him—or he was moving toward it, he couldn’t tell—increasing its speed at an alarming rate. Where seconds before he’d been able to see the distinct form of the funnel, he now could see only a flat expanse of white.
And then it consumed him; he felt his mind taken by the mist, felt memories flood into his thoughts.
Everything else turned into pain.”
James Dashner, The Maze Runner

Laura Whitcomb
“It was all real and blazing with detail.
But I was shadow, light as mist, mute as the wallpaper.”
Laura Whitcomb, A Certain Slant of Light

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