Quotes About Morning Mist

#1. Fear grows in the darkness of the mind. It vanishes with the light of knowledge like the morning mist.

Debasish Mridha

#2. Careful the morning lest it wake from slumber the city half-encumbered by the morning mist ...

John Geddes

#3. 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.

John Major

#4. Day and night cannot dwell together. The Red Man has ever fled the approach of the White Man, as the morning mist flees before the morning sun.

Chief Seattle

#5. He went to the window seat, picked up a harp, and ran his fingers lightly over its silvery strings. Sweet sadness filled the room as man and wife and babe faded like the morning mist, only the music lingering behind to speed her on her way.

George R R Martin

#6. We were in Ireland. Was there ever a country so damp? I had to wring out my mind to think clearly. I was a morning mist of confusion.

Jeanette Winterson

#7. Love is like a morning mist.

Lailah Gifty Akita

#8. 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.

Kahlil Gibran

#9. When the last deer disappears into the morning mist, When the last elk vanishes from the hills, When the last buffalo falls on the plains, I will hunt mice for I am a hunter and I must have my freedom.

Chief Joseph

#10. The most wonderful thing in life is to be delirious and the most wonderful kind of delirium is being in love. In the morning mist, hazy and amorous, London was delirious. London squinted as it floated along, milky pink, without caring where it was going.

Yevgeny Zamyatin

#11. 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.

Isak Dinesen

#12. The old King is dead. The new King approaches! And at his approach the world sheds its sorrow. The sings of the old King dissolve like morning mist! The world assumes the character of the new. His virtues fill up the wood and world!

Susanna Clarke

#13. She was as faithful as a morning mist, as hard as a sword-bayonet, and that, he thought, made her a suitable reward for a soldier.

Bernard Cornwell

#14. A chill December morning dawned, with rags and tatters of mist hanging on the trees like poor people's washing.

Ken Follett

#15. I am looking through a lace curtain at a dead man's feet. I am ten years old, the mist is rising on a fall morning in 1944 in Sawyer, Georgia, and I am standing on a front porch painted gray with white trim.

Anne Lovett

#16. At five in the morning the Loire is still and sumptuous with mist. The water is beautiful at that time of the day, cool and magically pale, the sandbanks rising like lost continents. The water smells of night, and here and there a spray of new sunlight makes mica shadows on the surface.

Joanne Harris

#17. He stepped into the morning feeling more alive than he'd felt in months. Hold fast and believe in me, love, he
whispered across the centuries. Because love and belief were serious magic in and of themselves.

Karen Marie Moning

#18. Our reality may be fabled, but surely will be fleeting, because when the storyteller looks away, the story collapses. In the end, we vanish like mist in the morning sun.

Dennis Vickers

#19. I love the water. Everything about it. Smelling the humidity in the air, seeing the mist rise in the morning, feeling the dew-wet grass on my bare feet. I love watching the fish jump and the geese land. We even have an eagle here that circles every so often.

Lori Foster

#20. The hawk ripped out his jugular, spraying the morning sunlight with a fine mist of blood.

Erika Johansen

#21. I couldn't find my balance until I stood out there in the mist of the morning and saw you. Simple as that for me, it seems. There she is, so my life's where it should be, whatever's going on around it.

J.D. Robb

#22. some poems froth
and foam and rise...

out of my morning cup of
mist-sweetened coffee.

Sanober Khan

#23. I love to start the morning with a mist spray, especially after a night out.

Lily James

#24. It's this time of year when Kit mist rise in the dark, as if we're a farmer or a fisherman, someone whose livelihood depends on beating the dawn, convincing himself that what looks like night is actually morning.

Julia Glass

#25. The morning light pours down through the tall trees onto the open space in front of the cabin, sunbeams everywhere and mist floating like freshly minted souls.

Haruki Murakami

#26. 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 ...

Robert Frost

#27. When I reached C Company lines, which were at the top of the hill, I paused and looked back at the camp, just coming into full view below me through the grey mist of early morning.

Evelyn Waugh

#28. The morning drew on and the sun touched the mist so that it shone whitely like the ghost of snow on a dying star.

W. Somerset Maugham

#29. sunbeams everywhere and mist floating like freshly minted

Haruki Murakami

#30. Very early morning. The sun was not yet risen, and the whole of Crescent Bay was hidden under a white sea-mist. The big bush-covered hills at the back were smothered. You could not see where they ended and the paddocks and bungalows began.

Katherine Mansfield

#31. So, on the eastern summit, clad in gray, morn, like a horseman girt for travel, comes, and from his tower of mist night's watchman hurries down.

Henry Kirke White

#32. The next morning dawned cool and clear. The early mist had lifted, leaving a thick layer of dew clinging to the hillsides beyond the castle, shimmering in the morning sun like faerie dust sprinkled over a lush bed of emerald.
Like his eyes.

Monica McCarty

#33. At times it seemed unfair that I should be paid for my work; for driving out in the early morning with the fields glittering under the first pale sunshine and the wisps of mist still hanging on the high tops.

James Herriot

#34. The morning behind the dark mist, the mighty and gracious cloud in the sky, scepter of power to the modest grounds yielding fruitfulness, you are the ALMIGHTY.

Darmie Orem