Quotes About Fog

To add to the difficulties and dangers of the time, masses of sea-fog came drifting inland. White, wet clouds, which swept by in ghostly fashion, so dank and damp and cold that it needed but little effort of imagination to think that the spirits of those lost at sea were touching their living brethren with the clammy hands of death, and many a one shuddered at the wreaths of sea-mist swept by.

It is January and I am arriving at an English country house in Yorkshire. Fog and rain shroud the park. The interior is a dim labyrinth of splendid but desolate rooms, full of winter shadows and echoing footsteps.

Oh my God." She waited for the chastising sting of the mark, which acted like a behavioral-modification dog collar. When the burn didn't come after taking the Lord's name in vain, she found some of the fog in her brain lifting.

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap And seeing that it was a soft October night Curled once about the house, and fell asleep

Unreal City, Under the brown fog of a winter dawn, A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many, I had not thought death had undone so many.

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,  The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes,  Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,  Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,  Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,  Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,  And seeing that it was a soft October night,  Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.

The sight of her stunned me. Ropes of dense fog wrapped around her chest and neck, and the offshoots wove their way into her eyes, her ears, her mouth. She stood in a thin, shifting fog. And she was clearly unaware of any of it. Unaware that she'd bound herself to fear, which blinded her to the kingdom of heaven, in which she was the light.

Like the others, the children were clouded in a thin fog, though the cords of darkness weren't as developed.

The fog surrounding the boy retreated when Eli stopped not ten feet from him.

We can't see the ocean through the haze, but we can hear its susurrations on the shore below, feel its misty presence on our skin, imagine the way it fills up the horizon and how it, like fog, shrouds the earth's body, reflecting light on the surface but remaining impenetrably dark beneath, down in the deep soul of the world.

E soprattutto, dentro tutto quanto, attorno a tutto quanto, c'era la nebbia. Era più costante del sole, poiché non poteva essere nascosta dalle nuvole. Era più potente delle tempeste, poiché poteva durare più della furia delle intemperie. Era sempre lì. Mutevole ma eterna

Shopping Rage, Air Rage, Trolley Rage, Smokers – I Want a Fag Rage, you name it rage. But there's something mysterious about the transformation that takes place when ordinary folk get behind the wheel of a vehicle. Ordinary mortals are transformed into godlike creatures with mystical powers that help them see through dense fog, help them know that there isn't any traffic around that blind bend, and can also make them a better driver than anyone else.

Never to allow gradually the traffic to smother / With noise and fog the flowering of the spirit.

But something occurred to me as I sped through that dirty shroud of fog, something Vonnegut has been trying to explain to the rest of us for most of his life. And that is this: Despair is a form of hope. It is an acknowledgment of the distance between ourselves and our appointed happiness. At certain moments, it is reason enough to live.

My hike up the Snake Path at Masada was mystical. The fog rolled in, enveloping the entire mountain.

Tem alguma coisa naquele vento e no nevoeiro. É algo que parece ter o jeito, o som, o gosto e o cheiro da morte.

des nuages blancs, humides, qui prenaient des formes fantomatiques si lourdes, si froides, si menaçantes qu'il ne fallait pas un grand effort d'imagination pour penser que les esprits des marins morts en mer venaient toucher leurs frères en vie et plus d'un marin trembla en sentant l'envelopper des mains humides que semblait former le brouillard marin.

Fog The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.

Death stripes away many things, especially when it arrives at a temperature hot enough to vaporize iron ... The immortal remains of Brother Watchtower watched the dragon flap away into the fog ....

Last I was here, Winter was a desolate, iced landscape with drift blasting across the terrain, fogging the air white, tumbles of stone and ice and statues barely visible. Today it's clear, if not sunny. Sun doesn't exist in Winter; there lurks only an intermittently glimpsed frost-bitten orb of wan blue.

The great uncertainty of all data in war is a peculiar difficulty, because all action must, to a certain extent, be planned in a mere twilight, which in addition not infrequently—like the effect of a fog or moonshine—gives to things exaggerated dimensions and unnatural appearance.

Nevyn woke to a world turned gray by fog. It lay so thick on island and sea that land and water seemed the same element. In the windless damp, every word spoken hung in the air like a tuft of sheep's wool caught on a bramble.

I was nineteen at the time, prowling the streets and alleys with my usual supply of hot dogs, the street lights with their foggy haloes showing dark, formless shapes moving out from the darkness of the fog and disappearing again.

The full moon rises. The fog clings to the lowest branches of the spruce trees. The man steps out of the darkest corner of the forest and finds himself transformed into... A monkey? I think not.