Quotes about mists (16 Quotes)

The purity men love is like the mists which envelope the earth, and not like the azure ether beyond.

A man is not expected to love his country, lest he make an ass of himself. Yet our country, seen through the mists of smog, is curiously lovable, in somewhat the way an individual who has got himself into an unconscionable scrape seems lovable -- or at least deserving of support. (E(lwyn)

Where faith is there is courage, there is fortitude, there is steadfastness and strength.... Faith bestows that sublime courage that rises superior to the troubles and disappointments of life, that acknowledges no defeat except as a step to victory that is strong to endure, patient to wait, and energetic to struggle.... Light up, then, the lamp of faith in your heart.... It will lead you safely through the mists of doubt and the black darkness of despair along the narrow, thorny ways of sickness and sorrow, and over the treacherous places of temptation and uncertainty.

As the end of the century approaches, all our culture is like flies at the beginning of winter. Having lost their agility, dreamy and demented, they turn slowly about the window in the first icy mists of morning, . . . then they fall down the curtains.

What is holy for us, humans, nowWhat can we love the most in this first century of the third millennium, in these first years of this millennium than images of the crucifixion of a Man, of the Son of a Man Why do we love so much this image with such a cruel destiny and not other images It is because if the fact that we identify to that cruel Destiny, we become complementary to it and thus that destiny is a part of our life and our existence as unitary whole with ourselves, who we are sacrificed with the same aggressiveness on the altar of the love of this world, which is itself Love This is why we people believe in the church of that image with a Cruel Destiny, we bow before it and we pray because the image is sacred to our souls because they too feel sacrificed on a huge cross of destiny of each one of us. What must we do Must we change the crucified image of the Christ or change ourselves in order to change the crucified image We all want not to have anymore this cruel destiny of our existence, where the world of love is a world of crimes, villainesses and thefts of all kinds.How can we chase these miseries away of our world without chasing ourselves out of it Such a sad world in which, I say it with sorrow, the ultimate form of love, which is Holiness represents a Christ crucified on the wood of a cross, thirsty and mocked which receives vinegar to quench his thirst. This Christ is us now, this Christ is the man nowadays and the man of the past centuries that lost his Sacred Self in the mists of his own history. This Christ will have to be replaced in us by each one of us, but not by force and not to put something else instead. No In the place of this Christ, there will always have to be an empty place, to remind us eternally from where we left, to know where the loss of the Sacred Self can lead to.

May every soul that touches mine Be it the slightest contact Get therefrom some good Some little grace one kindly thought One aspiration yet unfelt One bit of courage For the darkening sky One gleam of faith To brave the thickening ills of life One glimpse of brighter skies Beyond the gathering mists To make this life worth while.

What we call yugen lies within the mind and cannot be expressed in words. Its quality may be suggested by the sight of a gauzy cloud veiling the moon or by the autumnal mists swathing the scarlet leaves on a mountainside. If one is asked where yugen can be found in these sights, one cannot say a man who cannot understand this truth is quite likely to prefer the sight of the moon shining brightly in a cloudless sky. It is quite impossible to explain wherein lies the interest or wonder of yugen.

And we come back again to the same question, if God is guilty or not for the loss of the Sacred Self of the man at that time. We cannot speak of the Free Will, because man has neither Will nor Knowledge, unless it is at an imaginative level, in its own dream of the Illusion of Life.If we cannot speak of Free Will, does this mean that man did not have the possibility to choose No, man didnt have the possibility to choose.Man only had the possibility to be chosen by the Creating Factor and Unique Accidental one. If he was chosen, could he have been chose to lose at the roulette of his own life against himself, thus loosing his Sacred Self I do not think God, or as I call him, the Creating Factor and Unique Accidental one wished man to lose, because he would have probably not created him in the first place, as I do not think it was a mistake of the creation, when man was conceived in the Intended Mists of Destiny.All that I think is that Man at that time precisely because of the divinity within him called Love He lost because Love in reference to Knowledge is something completely different.If this is no, why didnt our Creating Factor and Unique Accidental one leave his print on another type of attribute of creation which was not a mere Image or a Mirror, since the Matrix Word of Knowledge is in fact the Matrix Word of the Mirror in reality.

It is a pleasure to stand upon the shore, and to see ships tost upon the sea a pleasure to stand in the window of a castle, and to see a battle and the adventures thereof below but no pleasure is comparable to standing upon the vantage ground of truth ... and to see the errors, and wanderings, and mists, and tempests, in the vale below.

Despite world unrest, the frontiers of the future lie invitingly before us. They stretch to fabulous horizons of scientific and technological discoveryall holding promise of contribution to the national welfare. But these frontiers of tomorrow call for bold enterprisefor optimism, for the united effort of industry, labor, agriculture and government. In the mounting miracles of science, in the rapid advances of technology, lie the foundations for almost countless new industries and for far swifter social progress. This promise of progress is daily taking more definite shape and clearer form, as it shakes free of the post-war mists.

We see but dimly through the mists and vapors Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funeral tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.

We must always remember with gratitude and admiration the first sailors who steered their vessels through storms and mists, and increased our knowledge of the lands of ice in the South.

Seasons of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run To bend with apples the mossd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has oer-brimmd their clammy cells.

Mothlike in mists, scintillant in the minute brilliance of cloudless days, with broad bellying sails they glide to the wind tossing green water from their sharp prows while over them the crew crawls.

We've had four editors since then I'm afraid he's lost in the mists of time. Can't help you.

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness.