Mist Quotes

Quotes tagged as "mist" (showing 1-30 of 39)
Dodie Smith
“Why is summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad?”
Dodie Smith, I Capture the Castle

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

Sanober  Khan
“for we all have
our own

and mists
and abysses

to return to.”
Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingos

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

Sanober  Khan
“you make autumn mist
taste like champagne

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

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

Sanober  Khan
“I have woken up…quite sloshed
from night-mingled rains
a little drugged, by mountain fogs
I have been kidnapped
for years....by a mere kiss.”
Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingos

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

Sanober  Khan
“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

Sanober  Khan
“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

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

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

Nanette L. Avery
“Mist in the morning is Earth’s morning breath…”
Nanette L. Avery

Moonshine Noire
“I could be the ceaseless mist that fogs your colourless eyes when you're lost in your universes.”
Moonshine Noire

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

Criss Jami
“To the short-sighted, through the fog, God must be a monster.”
Criss Jami, Healology

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

Kahlil Gibran
“The mountain veiled in mist is not a hill; an oak tree in the rain is not a weeping willow.”
Kahlil Gibran

Gina Marinello-Sweeney
“Icy pillars of serenity, spun from airy mist, entered my quiet vision in echoes of worlds unknown.”
Gina Marinello-Sweeney, The Rose and the Sword

Jim Chapson
“Approaching the Start of Civil Exams

Perhaps I was once a young Chinese scholar
approaching the start of civil exams,
my mind grown weary and sad from seclusion
with books on syntax and poetic style.

All that I knew were the mist-covered mountains
and sweet white blossoms of mountain apples
that grew in the valleys of my province.

But I had been gone over six years
busy with studies in the Heavenly City
empty and thin despite my work.

I showed my verses to an older poet
who told me a truth I longed to believe:
all knowledge is futile and barren
which does not open the love of your friends.”
Jim Chapson

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

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

“Mist around a mountain: all reality is there.”
Marty Rubin

Oscar Wilde
“A cold rain began to fall, and the blurred street-lamps looked ghastly in the dripping mist.”
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

Brandon Sanderson
“Había un grupo de gente antes de la Ascensión llamados los astalsi. Decían que cada persona nacía con una cantidad definida de mala suerte. Y así, cuando les sucedía un hecho desafortunado, se consideraban bendecidos: a partir de entonces su vida sólo podía mejorar.”
Brandon Sanderson, The Final Empire

Lailah Gifty Akita
“Life is like a mist, it appears for a while then vanishes.”
Lailah Gifty Akita

“Dimanche a été une de ces journées dont je disais autrefois à Rastenberg, quand, de tout le jour le brouillard ne s’était pas levé, qu'elle ne comptait pas dans le livre de Dieu.”
Christiane Singer, Derniers fragments d'un long voyage
tags: mist

It is as if, he thought, the mist represents my life outside of here and now, and that anything else is still "out there", to be discovered, or not.”
Julian Cheek, The Awakened

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