Top 100 The Mist Quotes
#1. The seat of the Celtic Muse is in the mist of the secret and solitary hill, and her voice in the murmur of the mountain stream.
Walter Scott
#2. ...it is not the victory but why a man fights the battle which makes him a hero.
Kate speaking to Callum in LAIRD OF THE MIST
Paula Quinn
#3. For about 150 days a year in Venice, the sun doesn't show through the mist until noon.
Ray Bradbury
#4. Live free, child of the mist,- and with respect to knowledge we are allchildren of the mist.
Henry David Thoreau
#5. My scars were reflecting the mist in your headlights I looked like a neon zebra, shaking rain off her stripes
Fiona Apple
#6. These cables will fail eventually, these stones will fall - but not the dream of crossing the mist, the dream of connection. Now that we know it can happen, it will always be here.
Kij Johnson
#7. 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
#8. It's sad to see Time's toothless mouth laughing the poets to scorn. The stars are all explained and the mist is all measured, and there is no magic left in this dreary world.
Mark Forsyth
#9. Tyler studied him over his coffee. "From what I've seen so far you're not much of a time-waster.
And you're not so bad, for a suit."
With a half-laugh, David lifted his own coffee. Steam from it rose and merged with the mist.
"Coming from you, that's a hell of a kudo."
"Damn right.
Nora Roberts
#10. One by one, like shadows emerging from the mist, they appeared. The faces of the people she had loved with her heart of wildfire.
Sarah J. Maas
#11. In off the moors, down through the mist beams, god-cursed Grendel came greedily loping.
Seamus Heaney
#13. Illusions... or real illusions. Within the illusions hide real illusions... from the real illusions, the illusions are created. Within the truth hides the lie... within the lie hides the truth. That is the Mist -Rokudo Mukuro
Akira Amano
#14. Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.
Lord Byron
#15. It was as if the mist were none other than the frozen breath of Dr. Cain, waiting with a smile for the moment of his return.
Carlos Ruiz Zafon
#16. While we may open the books of the past, we may but grant flying glances of the future, through the mist that veils it.
Robert E. Howard
#17. 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
#18. Love is the highest form of our bliss that comes from the mixing of our own self- worth and reverence with the other." - Calliope in "Songs of the Mist
Shashi
#19. 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.
Robert Hass
#20. I don't even think I'll see all of 'The Mist' until I'm 18. I'm going to the premiere, but I'll close my eyes during the scarier scenes.
Nathan Gamble
#21. Depression feels a bit like that, it creeps in on you and settles, until you think it'll never lift, but in time it always does. That's why it's so tragic if people don't reach out to anyone when they feel low, because if they do, the mist will usually lift in the end.
Sita Brahmachari
#22. I am the seasons, I think sometimes, January, May, November; the mud, the mist, the dawn. I cannot be tossed about, or float gently, or mix with other people.
Virginia Woolf
#23. Is there anything more beautiful than gold?" - Freya's question.
Plain-thoughted Thor spoke. "A farm at first light
Is more beautiful than gold, or
A ship's sails in the mist.
Many ordinary things are far more beautiful.
George Webbe Dasent
#24. They've got to have backups on the cloud, or the mist, or whatever it's called.
Penny Reid
#25. It is scarcely credible to what degree discernment may be dazzled by the mist of pride, and wisdom infatuated by the intoxication of flattery.
Samuel Johnson
#26. We desperately need seers who can see through the mist- Christian leaders with prophetic vision. Unless they come soon it will be too late for this generation. And if they do come we will no doubt crucify a few of them in the name of our worldly orthodoxy.
Aiden Wilson Tozer
#27. Can it be, husband, you still fear the mist's fading, never mind the promise I made you?
Kazuo Ishiguro
#28. 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.
Rick Riordan
#29. Enveloped in a common mist, we seem to walk in clearness ourselves, and behold only the mist that enshrouds others.
George Eliot
#30. 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
#31. It was a gloomy prospect, and all that she could do was to throw a mist over it, and hope when the mist cleared away, she should see something else.
Jane Austen
#32. I am the goddess of the Mist," Hecate explained. "I am responsible for keeping the veil that separates the world of the gods from
Rick Riordan
#33. A ray of light made a rainbow through the mist. [His] words had given her a small glimmer of hope - the kind of hope she thought had disappeared from her life forever.
Rachel Skatvold
#34. Space between thoughts is the meditative silence where greatness is created." - Anishka - Songs of the Mist
Shashi
#35. A low line of shore was visible at first on the right between the movement of the waves and fog, but when we came further it was lost sight of, and nothing could be seen but the mist curling in the rigging, and a small circle of foam.
John Millington Synge
#36. 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.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
#37. BEYOND THE MIST, the darkness and shadow, he waits, reaching out through a veil of gossamer threads - 'your
future,' he whispers, 'your destiny'.
Charlotte Featherstone
#38. Sometimes Vin imagined she was like the ash, or the wind, or the mist itself. A thing without thought, capable of simply being, not thinking, caring, or hurting. Then she could be ... free.
Brandon Sanderson
#39. I stand in the mist and cry, thinking of myself standing in the mist and crying, and wondering if I will ever be able to use this experience in a book.
Erica Jong
#40. He was sure now that they'd never known each other before the Grand Canyon. Their relationship was just a trick of the Mist in Piper's mind. But the longer he spent with her, the more he wished it had been real.
Rick Riordan
#41. The stars sparkled above the mist shrouded tents and caravans of the carnival. The night crackled with an odd vibration, as if a veil of peculiarity settled over the company.
A.F. Stewart
#42. The mist wishes to have the sun but what does the sun do - it burns so fiercely that the mist disappears.
Sumeetha Manikandan
#43. Leaves fell around me, red and gold stars falling through the mist.
Christopher Barzak
#44. Ferrys die, but there is always a Ferry to cross the mist. Bridges and ferryfolk, they are not so different, Kit.
Kij Johnson
#45. She closed her eyes and tried desperately to swim through the mist that enveloped her memories. She was near here and then she wasn't. She was whole and then she was wounded. Forever scarred. And in between? Unknowable, it seemed. Absolutely unknowable.
Chris Bohjalian
#46. When the future is fogged and ahead lays opportunity but risk, it is better to tread a careful path through the uncertainty than to wait for the mist to clear, if it ever does.
Anonymous
#47. I am a Highlander," Jamie said bleakly. He glanced once more at the far bank, where occasional glimpses of tartan showed through the mist, and then back. The shouting echoed from the fog. "And I am the sire of Americans.
Diana Gabaldon
#48. But Annabeth knew that people saw what they wanted to see. They didn't need the Mist to warp their perceptions.
Rick Riordan
#49. To stomp about the world ignoring cultural differences is arrogant, to be sure, but perhaps there is another kind of arrogance in the presumption that we may ever really build a faultless bridge from one shore to another, or even know where the mist has ceded to landfall.
Barbara Kingsolver
#50. The mountain remains unmoved in seeming defeat by the mist.
Anonymous
#51. Minute diamonds of moisture from the mist hung, too, upon Tess's eyelashes, and drops upon her hair, like seed pearls. When the day grew quite strong and commonplace these dried off her; moreover, Tess then lost her strange and ethereal beauty;
Thomas Hardy
#52. Foggy nights bring some comfort.
He can get lost in the mist
and there is no one to stare or question.
Susie Clevenger
#53. She stood in the mist, waiting for him again.
Always in the same place.
Kelly Creagh
#54. No lake is beautiful without the sky, without the mist or without the trees and the autumn leaves! No beauty is beautiful in itself!
Mehmet Murat Ildan
#55. Zombies were bad enough. Zombies silently appearing out of the mist were the stuff of acid-infused nightmares.
Mark Tufo
#56. She had sculpted the mist, the way those who have no choice do. She had willed a life for the two of us in a new land.
Padma Lakshmi
#57. A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
#58. As Ossie Jones crept out of his body and into the mist, his heart murmured till it was silent.
Biyi Bandele-Thomas
#59. 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!
P.C. Cast
#60. The view of the highway was so bad that you could not even see the next viaduct. Te moment it loomed out of the mist it disappeared again, as if the world created itself and was blotted out again.
Janet Fitch
#61. I lament the want of a liberal education. I feel the mist of ignorance to surround me - Nathanael Greene
David McCullough
#62. The mist was so challenging and the winds hit me, definitely more than I expected. It was definitely those winds, you can't re-enact them, you can't recreate them. Then my forearms started to tense up and you feel like running.
Nik Wallenda
#63. Nothing existed in the mist but her. There were no sounds, no movement in the air. All was still and quiet. He ran his thumb over her lips. He wanted to call from the rooftops and tell her how much she meant to him, but he could only whisper. "Marry me someday.
Sara Butler Zalesky
#64. We hold each other in our little pocket of warmth, hidden from the monsters of the night by the mist swirling around us and the bloody surf pounding at our feet.
Susan Ee
#65. The more a human creature has tasted of bitter things the more it hungers after the sweet things of life. And we, wrapped round in rags of our virtues, and regarding others through the mist of our self-sufficiency, and persuaded of our universal impeccability, do not understand this.
Maxim Gorky
#66. As the mist leaves no scar
On the dark green hill
So my body leaves no scar
On you and never will
Leonard Cohen
#67. 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.
Paul Simon
#68. A word drops into the mist
like a child's ball into high grass
where it remains seductively
flashing and glinting until
the gold bursts are revealed to be
simply field buttercups.
Word/mist, word/mist: thus it was with me.
Louise Gluck
#69. When stripped and shiny in the mist of the bath house, his bold virilia contrasted harshly with his girlish grace. He was a regular faunlet.
Vladimir Nabokov
#70. Our inner self is part of the cosmic reality, hence it's in our nature to rise above the darkness and merge into the lightness of 'being'. (Page 92 - Songs of the Mist)
Shashi
#71. Like a small boat adrift in the fog, she caught glimpses during patches when the mist cleared of a world far away, in which everything was changing.
Ruth Ozeki
#72. If ever the adventure proves tiring, or you lose sight of your dream, look to the west at sunset. There, on days when the skies are clear, you might see upon the horizon a thin layer of amber mist. When it appears, you will know its purpose: it is the mist of believing.
Fennel Hudson
#73. The mist had grown heavier, like a drizzle that did not fall so much as lie upon the very air itself.
Mark Gelineau
#74. There in the mist, enormous, majestic, silent and terrible, stood the Great Wall of China. Solitarily, with the indifference of nature herself, it crept up the mountain side and slipped down to the depth of the valley.
W. Somerset Maugham
#75. The right path is the one where you feel happy within yourself, at ease within yourself. When there is peace and harmony within, these questions lose their meaning. (Songs of the Mist - Page 95)
Shashi
#76. At their very feet had been the river. The boat came breasting out of the mist, and in they stepped. All new things in life were meant to come like that.
Eudora Welty
#77. 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
Jean Baudrillard
#78. If the heart of a man is depressed with cares, The mist is dispell'd when a woman appears; Like the notes of a fiddle, she sweetly, sweetly Raises the spirits, and charms our ears.
John Gay
#79. When you were a wandering desire in the mist, I too was there, a wandering desire. Then we sought one another, and out of our eagerness dreams were born. And dreams were time limitless, and dreams were space without measure.
Kahlil Gibran
#80. Listen to the night wind in the trees, Listen to the summer grass singing; Listen to the time that's tripping by, And the dawn dew falling. Listen to the moon as it climbs the sky, Listen to the pebbles humming; Listen to the mist in the trembling leaves, And the silence calling.
Ruskin Bond
#81. How do the stems connect to the roots?' 'Where is the mist coming from?' 'Why does one tree seem darker than another?' These questions are implicitly asked and answered in the process of sketching.
Alain De Botton
#82. Life and the world, or whatever we call that which we are and feel, is an astonishing thing. The mist of familiarity obscures from us the wonder of our being. We are struck with admiration at some of its transient modifications, but it is itself the great miracle.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
#83. I think sometimes I am not a woman, but the light that falls on this gate, on this ground. I am the seasons, I think sometimes, January, May, November; the mud, the mist, the dawn.
Virginia Woolf
#84. He heard her in his heart - whispering from the mist
John Geddes
#85. Unless we change our ways and our direction, our greatness as a nation will soon be a footnote in the history books, a distant memory of an offshore island, lost in the mist of time like Camelot, remembered kindly for its noble past.
Margaret Thatcher
#86. Tier on tier of beautiful mountains and streams Blue green vistas locked in white clouds The mist makes my bandana wet Dew coats my grass cape My feet climb in straw sandals My hand holds an old wooden stick When I gaze down again on the dusty world It has become a land of phantoms and dreams to me
Hanshan
#87. Night doesn't fall in Rome; it rises from the city's heart, from the gloomy little alleys and courtyards where the sun never gets much more than a brief look-in, and then, like the mist from the Tiber, it creeps over the rooftops and spreads up into the hills.
Caroline Llewellyn
#88. Everyone just keeps on disappearing. Some things vanish, like they were cut away. Others fade slowly into the mist. And all that remains is a desert.
Haruki Murakami
#89. The girl laughed again. The joy of a caged bird was in her voice. Her eyes caught the melody and echoed it in radiance, then closed for a moment, as though to hide their secret. When they opened, the mist of a dream had passed across them.
Oscar Wilde
#90. There are times of great beauty on a coffee farm. When the plantation flowered in the beginning of the rains, it was a radiant sight, like a cloud of chalk, in the mist of the drizzling rain.
Isak Dinesen
#91. Then he called him Maeglin, which is Sharp Glance, for he perceived that the eyes of his son were more piercing than his own, and his thought could read the secrets of hearts beyond the mist of words.
J.R.R. Tolkien
#92. What makes us human is not only the fact that we suffer, but also because we aspire to be happy." - Ashutosh in the Book "Songs of the Mist
Shashi
#93. Night came. The moon was entering her first quarter, and her insufficient light would soon die out in the mist on the horizon. Clouds were rising from the east, and already overcast a part of the heavens.
Jules Verne
#94. In Paris, women were not considered interesting until they were middle-aged. The Mist of Montmartre
Peggy Kopman-Owens
#95. The bitter pinecone may be eaten, The mist on high give nourishment. The whole world takes to go-and-getting; My way alone is difficult.
Du Fu
#96. Rome in the ages, dimmed with all her towers, / Floats in the mist, a little cloud at tether.
Alice Meynell
#98. Philosophers have argued without a trend toward order; time would lack meaning. The future would be indistinguishable from the past. Sequences of events would be just so many random scenes from a thousand novels. History would be indistinct, like the mist slowly gathered by treetops in evening.
Alan Lightman
#99. The mist after rain, uninterrupted rainfall on rooftops, pitter-patter intellect. The thoughts I leave behind like footsteps.
Chris Campanioni
#100. All that remained for him was the Po, his landscape, the mist and that little corner of his past which opened up inside the doors of Il Sordo (a local bar).
Valerio Varesi
