The mist after rain, uninterrupted rainfall on rooftops, pitter-patter intellect. The thoughts I leave behind like footsteps.
Along our chosen paths, we all meet up with demons. We must meet them, and battle them, even when they are nothing but mist in the night.
You’re a lady. It’s written all over you, but the West doesn’t forgive any woman-unless she’s got a man.
Whatever doesn't destroy you, makes you stronger. Hardships have a way of toughening us, if they don't kill us.
My girl, there are three kinds of people in the world: the outstanding, the mediocre, and the truly hopeless.
my love is a winter’s mist gently dissolving through the window at the nape of your neck.
Shall we mourn here deedless forever a shadow-folk mist-haunting dropping vain tears in the thankless sea
I'm facing Niagara Falls - the wind and the mist and the dark and the peregrine falcons - and I'm going to stay focused on the other side.
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.
YAZIDIS AND CHRISTIANS WANT TO BE FREE OF NIGHT MIST AND BEHEADING DRIFT!
Most attribute the domain of night to evil because they can't see. People fear the shadows of the night because shadows represent the unknown, and the unknown is frightening. They assume evil lurks behind every shadow, in every corner not illuminated...
Foggy nights bring some comfort. He can get lost in the mist and there is no one to stare or question.
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 raintree bent towards a window in one side of the bungalow, eavesdropping on the conversations that had taken place inside over years.
There was for everything a possibility, an invisible pattern that could be made manifest given work and the right materials.
Reason I know, is only a drug, and, as such, its effects are never permanent. But, like the juice of the poppy, it often gives a temporary relief.
He says to me, Ranulph, he says... that the past will never come again, but that we must remember that the past is made of the present, and that the present is always here.
Pride and resentment are not indigenous to the human heart; and perhaps it is due to the gardener's innate love of the exotic that we take such pains to make them thrive".
I think maybe Hell is a place. But you don't have to stay anywhere forever.
Walk any path in Destiny's garden, and you will be forced to choose, not once but many times.
I think hell is something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go.
