Quotes About Fog

You could have lost your gloves in the fog and found them half an hour later, still suspended in the air at wrist height.

The inward light is forever striving to gather enough additional light to penetrate the fog of our senses.

And so liberalism had become a habit of Stepan Arkadyevitch's, and he liked his newspaper, as he did his cigar after dinner, for the slight fog it diffused in his brain.

It's the salvation as well as the punishment of human beings that when they're living irregular lives, they're able to wrap themselves in a blanket of fog so that they can't see the wretchedness of their situation.

He inhabited a gray winter fog on a distant elk mountain where hunters are lost indefinitely and their own bones mark the boundaries.

Even as fog continues to lie in the valleys, so does ancient sin cling to the low places, the depressions in the world consciousness.

Redwoods flourish in fog, but they don't like salt air. They tend to appear in valleys that are just out of sight of the sea. In their relationship with the sea, redwoods are like cats that long to be stroked but are shy to the touch.

The fog grows stronger," she intoned in her prophecy voice. "The danger is coming closer. This storm will end in madness and death." North looked at her. "Out of curiosity, do you ever do happy, cheerful, positive-thinking prophecies?" "Sadly, not very often." Harmony fell back into her normal voice. "Certainly not lately. How about dinner and a drink over at the restaurant? It's lasagna night." "Sounds good," North said.

For most normal people, politics is a distant, occasionally irritating fog.

The sky lightened now. Far ahead, they could see where the Pacific half of the blizzard had reached the Chuska range. Its cold, wet air met the dry, warmer air on the New Mexico side at the ridgeline. The collision produced a towering wall of white fog, which poured down the slopes like a silent slow-motion Niagara.

The fog of illusion, the fog of confusion is hanging all over the world.

So I should be aware of the dangers of self-consciousness, but at the same time, I'll be plowing through the fog of all these echoes, plowing through mixed metaphors, noise, and will try to show the core, which is still there, as a core, and is valid, despite the fog. The core is the core is the core. There is always the core, that can't be articulated. Only caricatured.

The desert wind was strong, and the dust came over the street like fog. Still, two men were sweeping the road.

there was always something disappointing about clouds when you were inside them; they ceased to be clouds at all. It just got really foggy.

After the death of all living creatures, all our unfulfilled wishes and unspoken words will go on drifting in the stratosphere, they will combine with one another and linger upon the earth like fog. What will this fog look like in the eyes of the living? Will they fail to remember the dead and instead indulge in banal meteorological conversations like: It's foggy today, don't you think?

We go out in the fog in the morning won't burn.

The number of foggy days over the city is never reported, reportedly. But take it from me— there's enough to satisfy everyone, and dissatisfy somebody.

He looks at me and blinks, as through a fog. "This is an absolutely terrible idea," he says with a kind of amazement in his voice. "Yes," I tell him, kicking off my boots. -Cardan and Jude

He looks at me and blinks, as through a fog. 'This is an absolutely terrible idea,' he says with a kind of amazement in his voice.

We ride over the cliffs and then the sea, watching mermaids leap in the spangled waves and selkies rolling along the surf. Past the fog perpetually surrounding the islands and concealing them from mortals.

Snow is seldom still. It swirls and blinds. It clings to everything, glimmering and glittering, and when a gust comes, it turns into white fog. And it stings. First like needles, then like razors. Tiny particles of ice chafe the cheeks, and even when they settle, they hide pitfalls.

Quelqu'un a-t-il fait attention au brouillard de ce matin ? dit l'employé. — C'était, dit Bianchon, un brouillard frénétique et sans exemple, un brouillard lugubre, mélancolique, vert, poussif, un brouillard Goriot. — Goriorama, dit le peintre, parce qu'on n'y voyait goutte. — Hé ! milord Gâôriotte, il être questiônne de véaus.

sometimes, like right now, there was just ordinary, dull sadness, settling itself softly, suffocatingly over her like a heavy fog. She was just so damned sad.

I felt wrapped in a fog of dull pain that hurt only enough to remind me that it, too, was without purpose, and there seemed no point to going through the empty motions of breakfast, the long slow drive to work, no reason at all beyond the slavery of habit. But