Songs Of The Mist Quotes & Sayings

Mist lies over the river like the icy breath of winter angels. Darkness gathers round ... and it is beautiful.
Thank you for this life, this death, whatever it is you are
that makes us finally see. — Jay Woodman

When the living gets unburdened with needs and desires, the life becomes simple and easy to carry. — Shashi

Indeed, our afflictions may be heavy, and we cry out, Oh, we cannot bear them, we cannot bear such an affliction. Though you cannot tell how to bear it with your own strength, yet how can you tell what you will do with the strength of Jesus Christ? You say you cannot bear it? So you think that Christ could not bear it? But if Christ could bear it why may you not come to bear it? You will say, Can I have the strength of Christ? Yes, it is made over to you by faith: the Scripture says that the Lord is our strength, God himself is our strength, and Christ is our strength. There are many Scriptures to that effect, that Christ's strength is yours, made over to you, so that you may be able to bear whatever lies upon you, — Jeremiah Burroughs

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

They were all growing so fast. In just a few short years they would be all young men and women ... youth tiptoe ... expectant ... a-star with its sweet wild dreams ... little ships sailing out of safe harbor to unknown ports. The boys would go away to their life work and the girls ... ah, the mist-veiled forms of beautiful brides might be seen coming down the old stairs at Ingleside. But they would still be hers for a few years yet ... hers to love and guide ... to sing the songs that so many mothers had sung ... Hers ... and Gilbert's. — L.M. Montgomery

What is the point of finding the reason as long as you know that you are on the right path? And I have realized lately that the right path is the one where you feel happy within yourself, at ease within yourself. - The Monk (Pg-95) — Shashi

Everyone has a specific place in the cosmic fiber of the universe and if you do not find it for yourself, you will be forever traveling without knowing where you have to go. So look deep into
yourself and find the reason for your being. — Shashi

What if the "me," the one who is thinking," is the one who is living across ages, life and universe? What if there is divinity within?" - Ayan in Songs of the Mist (Pg - 190) — Shashi

There is no perfection only life
Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness Of Being — Milan Kundera

We must give ourselves more credit for miracles that do happen within and around us than calling it as coincidence. (Page 96) — Shashi

Space between thoughts is the meditative silence where greatness is created." - Anishka - Songs of the Mist — Shashi

I was four years old when I saw 'Star Wars', and it has been significantly important throughout my entire life. — Seth Green

There are times when the way has to pass through sufferings to cleanse ourselves from the burden of the past. — Shashi

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

I became a set designer for opera. — Maurice Sendak

Most of the time, our enquiries are triggered by desires to corroborate what we think it is, rather than the genuine desire to know." - Anishka (Pg 177) — Shashi

Human philosophy tends to shake down into values which might be categorized as intellectual, religious, moral, and aesthetic. — Dan Simmons

I should have been afraid, walking through a mountainside in the dark by myself. Instead I felt safe, surrounded by the songs of birds, engulfed by the scents of sweet moss and pine, and cocooned in a mist that contained a little bit of magic. — Cecelia Ahern

The kind of stillness of being nothing, and doing things from that emptiness, make one strong. — Shashi

Work hard AND smart. — Mike Rowe

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

I really was never any more than what I was -a folk musician who gazed into the gray mist with tear-blinded eyes and made up songs that floated in a luminous haze. — Bob Dylan

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

If you write something down on paper, it becomes an actual goal. Before you write it down, it's a thought, a dream that may or may not get done. — Summer Sanders

I spend most of my time thinking about things like laundry and buying stationery supplies. — Wallace Shawn

Everything that flowers, dies too, but in its dying provides seed of a new beginning. - The Monk (Pg-50) — Shashi

I'm a middle-aged dad, which means I have no social time or life to speak of, and so I connect with my buddies with my Xbox. — Dee Bradley Baker

Love usually transcends the limits of our physical existence to connect us with the beauty of life all around - Ashutosh (Page 10) — Shashi

The Christian should be the man with the flaming imagination and the beauty of creation. — Francis A. Schaeffer

From infancy, I had been accustomed to hear pro and con discussions of slavery and the American Civil War. Although the British government finally decided not to recognise the Confederacy, public opinion in England was sharply divided on the questions both of slavery and of secession. — Emmeline Pankhurst

Storytelling with music is a really powerful device. — Randy Harrison

The mist covered the ground like the white veil over a new bride's face. The air was thick with smoke - smelling of death and decay. The birds were no longer singing their sweet songs, nor were there any immediate signs of life in the area. The charred ground crunched under my feet and I realized it was the only sound I could hear in the eerie silence. I looked up at the once milky moon and cringed at its new bright crimson color. What could've possibly caused the moon to turn blood red? I thought to myself as I continued to walk cautiously through the unrecognizable forest. — Christine Gabriel

Most of the things that remain tied to earth do not know that they have hidden wings under the hard shell of life" - The Monk in the book "Songs of the Mist — Shashi

The Hawk hired fifty harpers and jesters and taught them new songs. Songs about the puny fairy fool who had been chased away from Dalkeith-Upon-the-Sea by the legendary
Hawk. And being such a legend in his own time, his tales were ceded great truth and staying power. The players
were delighted with the epic grandeur of such a wild tale. When they had rehearsed to perfection the ditties and
refrains portraying the defeat of the fool, the Hawk sent them into the counties of Scotland and England. Grimm
accompanied the group of players traveling to Edinburgh to help spread the tale himself, while Hawk spent late hours by the candle scribbling, crossing out and perfecting his command for when the fool came. Sometimes, in the wee hours of the morning, he would reach for his set of sharp awls and blades and begin carving toy soldiers and dolls, one by one. — Karen Marie Moning

Act like you care. Pray like you care. Speak, smile, reach out, and live like you care. The point is to make sure those in your life know beyond doubt that you do care. — Richelle E. Goodrich

Life is like a river, where one has to flow along with the present moments of love and understanding. Yet, we vigorously thrash about, trying to reach out and rest on the banks of desires and doubts, ultimately becoming a spent force, buried deep on the banks of past memories and future worries. - (Page 95) — Shashi

The leader had a beard and was wearing a caftan that looked as if it had been sewn by elves on hash. — Margaret Atwood

For that which is boundless in you abides in the mansion of the sky, whose door is the morning mist, and whose windows are the songs and the silences of night. — Kahlil Gibran

O sweet, sweet Joanna
How torn my heart!
O sweet, sweet Joanna
Our kiss shall never part!
O sweet, sweet Joanna
How thine eyes do mine miss!
O sweet, sweet Joanna
Lushest green now turned to mist!
O sweet, sweet Joanna
How wicked the under-lord king!
O sweet, sweet Joanna
Who stole our cherished ring! — M.L. LeGette

Puff, the Magic Dragon, lived by the sea, and frolicked in the Autumn Mist in a land called Honah Lee, little Jacky Paper loved that rascal Puff, and gave him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff. — Peter Yarrow