Mist

Everything fades into mist.

I saw a red mist

Does a mist deceive me?

The rising sun dispelled the mist.

A mist hung over the river.

A curtain of mist blocked our view.

Night and mist, like to no one!

Suddenly another ship appeared through the mist.

The mist prevented him from seeing very far.

I perceived an object looming through the mist.

A boat suddenly appeared out of the mist.

The land could just be discerned through the mist.

The valley was hidden from view in the mist.

As the sun rises, the morning mist gradually fades away.

Mist like infold me from the search of eyes. Knocking.

Through a mist, to a wood where within a haunted castle

In the distance you can see Mt. Fuji through the morning mist.

There's a layer of mist covering the eggs that reacts when broken.

Through the mist, through the woods through the darkness and the shadows

Come, master. We will take you on safe paths through the mist.

The sky had changed from clear, sunny cold, to driving sleet and mist.

The ship entered the mist like a dream on a night in spring.

The mist was so dense that I could not see even an inch ahead.

When you get lots of mist, low cloud, the wind starts blowing the snow up.

We think we could sit on the cloud, but if you go there, it's just mist.

It's still there, suspended in a xenon mist. But it's only visible if you look dead ahead. Ah.

The anger that I had built up in me until then evaporated like a mist hit by the sun.

Then watch thou for the Day that the sky will bring forth a kind of smoke (or mist) plainly visible,

The rainstorm had ended and the gray mist and clouds had been swept away in the night by the wind.

But rather, it is their leaves that are adapted to intercept the dissolved nutrients that come to them in the form of mist and fog.

Water's pumped from the lake and is filtered and shot as a fine mist through an array of high pressure fog nozzles, 35,000 of them.

The next day the rain poured down in torrents again, and when Mary looked out of her window the moor was almost hidden by gray mist and cloud.

This plant is called the Welwitschia, and it lives only in parts of coastal Namibia and Angola, where it's uniquely adapted to collect moisture from mist coming off the sea.

He felt alone in the room and looked up, and there, grey and dim, was the bandaged head and huge blue lenses staring fixedly, with a mist of green spots drifting in front of them.

But in the great scheme of things, it's a pinprick, one of about 400 billion stars in the Milky Way galaxy, which you can see on a clear night as a pale white mist stretched across the sky.

So we experimented with tiny atomized water particles to create a dry mist that is shaped by the wind and in testing, discovered that it can be shaped by people who can interact and move through it without getting wet.

The sun seems impossibly big, but in the great scheme of things, it's a pinprick, one of about 400 billion stars in the Milky Way galaxy, which you can see on a clear night as a pale, white mist stretched across the sky.

At such moments, he directed his gaze as precisely as he could toward the window, but unfortunately there was little confident cheer to be had from a glance at the morning mist, which concealed even the other side of the narrow street.

There was a character called the Third Stage Guild Navigator, which was a kind of giant, floating fetus creature that lived in a giant tank with this orange mist of psychedelic spice swirling around him, allowing him to bend space and time.

I mean, there were afternoons I was down there, and the light goes pink and there's a mist in the air and you're standing in the rubble, and I found myself recognizing both the inherent beauty of nature and the fact that nature, as time, is erasing this wound.

very vivid, walter. you had me on the edge of my seat. thank you, sam. i beg in to see why these lectures of yours are so popular. is that why you sat in? well, partially. tell me something. who is this major skelton? oh, just a lawyer wrapped into a mist. uh, what regiment? hundred and twenty third infantry. i must say, the story of his is a fascinating document. may i see it?

Thula Mama, Thula Mama, Thula Mama, Thula Mama. Through the mist of the tears in your eyes on my childhood memory, I know the truth in your smile, I know the truth in your smile, piercing through the gloom of my ignorance. Oh, there is a mama lying down sleeping you're very ill and your heart crying. Wondering, wondering, wondering, wondering where is this world coming to. Is it right the children have to fend for themselves?