Quotes About Mist

As I stood and watched the mists slowly rising this morning I wondered what view was more beautiful than this.

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.

Autumn arrives in the early morning.

...careful the morning lest it wake from slumber the city half-encumbered by the morning mist ...

Fear is just like mist. Don't let it disorient you from living outside God's palm. Acknowledge it, then take any one step in any one direction... and repeat.

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.

Grasses are misty, The waters silent- A tranquil evening.

Trees quiver in the wind, sailing on a sea of mistout of earshot.

Mist in the morning is Earth's morning breath…

Beauty is like life itself: a dawn mist the sun burns off. It gives no peace, no rest.

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

Mothlike in mists, scintillant in the minutebrilliance of cloudless days, with broad bellying sailsthey glide to the wind tossing green waterfrom their sharp prows while over them the crew crawls.

You get into a habit of low expectations, which gives you a sort of contentment. You go through life as if through a mist, seeing little farther than your nose and scorning all that only appears wispy and faint. Then a bolt of lightning splits the mist and gives you a glimpse of all you might be missing.

Dawn Landscape The last watch has sounded in the Amble-Awe. Radiant color spreads above Solar-Terrace Mountain, then cold sun clears high peaks. Mist and cloud linger across layered ridges, And earth split-open hides river sails deep. Leaves clatter at heaven's clarity. I listen, And face deer at my bramble gate-so close Here, we touch our own kind in each other. Tu Fu

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

In off the moors, down through the mist beams, god-cursed Grendel came greedily loping.

Racism is a phenomenal thing; it is like a thick mist that obscures the vision and judgement of even great minds.

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.

In a mist the heights can for the most part see each other; but the valleys cannot.

Morning mists skulked over the river.

A mist. A great mist. It covered the entire kingdom. And everyone in it - the good people and the not so good, the young people and the not-so-young, and even Briar Rose's mother and father fell asleep. Everyone slept: lords and ladies, teacher and tummlers, dogs and doves, rabbits and rabbitzen and all kinds of citizens. So fast asleep they were, they were not able to wake up for a hundred years.

That an entire industry could float in a mist of illusion and false confidence is depressing but true, and better to learn earlier than later.

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.

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.