In Paris, women were not considered interesting until they were middle-aged. The Mist of Montmartre
A mist is rolling over the fields. Why is a summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad?
Fowls will not spare a cockroach that falls in their mist.
And as men believe, so their world goes." - Merlin
Love is the only prayer I know.
Life is a shadow and a mist; it passes quickly by, and is no more.
You say that it is time to shake off the Mist, but Mankind walks in a Mist; that Reason which you cry up as the Glory of this Age is a Proteus and Cameleon that changes its Shape almost in every Man: there is no Folly that may not have a thousand Rea...
The mountains make the mist and the valleys must consume them.
Why is summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad?
By what men think, we create the world around us, daily new.
God is one and there is but one God — all else is but the way the ignorant seek to put Gods into a form they can understand...
And the truth is only that we grow and die and wither even as this grass here.
My love for you is a prayer, she thought. Love is the only prayer I know.
Every great day has a story and a song!
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.
And if the earth Gods wreak vengeance on the sinless and the sinful alike, then this further destruction cannot be punishment for sins, but is in the way of all nature.
Mists may blur vision, Doubts to lies are heavy mists, Truth clears for all ways." ~ Angelica Hopes, Haiku an excerpt from If I Could Tell You
And I must believe that man has the power to know the right, to choose between good and evil and know that his choice has made a difference...
To know you are ignorant is the beginning of wisdom,” Viviane said. “Then, when you begin to learn, you will not have to forget all the things you think you know.
… but I believe the divine ones will send other great masters to preach the truth to mankind, and that mankind will always receive them with the cross and the fire and the stones
How sad, ye Gods, how sad the world is at evening, how mysterious the mists over the swamps! You will know it when you have wandered astray in those mists, when you have suffered greatly before dying, when you have walked through the world carrying a...
