Quotes About Fog

I have been in howling storms in which a shout is reduced to a whisper, moved across the sea's featureless face in a gray fog that does not yield to human eyes.

Fog is a cloud on the ground.

The days were a gray fog. Faces, familiar and unfamiliar, badgered him for directions, to which his reply was an invariable, laconic, "Suit yourself." Elena would not talk to him at all. He was stirred to fear she was finding comfort in Baz's arms. He watched her covertly, anxious. But she seemed not to be finding comfort anywhere. After

A thin grey fog hung over the city, and the streets were very cold; for summer was in England.

Like a small boat adrift in the fog, she caught glimpses during patches when the mist cleared of a world far away, in which everything was changing.

This is the day of wonders. The land is covered with trees like a head with hair and behind the ship the sun rises tipping the top trees with light. The sky is clear and shining as a china plate and the water playfully ruffled with wind. Every wisp of fog is gone and the air is full of the resinous smell of the trees. Seabirds are flashing above the sails golden like creatures from Heaven, but the sailors raise a few shots to keep them from the rigging.

San Francisco is the place where most people were last seen

New York was still here, but it had changed in our absence. It was long after midnight, and vast walls of fog off the river shimmered along the sidewalks like the ghosts of tenements that had long ago been leveled to make way for the parking garages and office buildings. It was a spectral Manhattan, a double-exposed landscape where the past folded back over on itself in overlapping decades.

If Chess is the switch," Loretta said, "how does he turn the Fog off?" Bea bit her lower lip. "I don't know—ask Chess." "How would I know?" I said. "You try being a switch.

The world turns gray, the air grows cool, the fog blows in. Only at evening can you really value home.

Life is a thin narrowness of taken-for-granted, a plank over a canyon in a fog.

I see a lot of fog and a few lights. I like it when life's hidden. It gives you a chance to imagine nice things, nicer than they are.

The house was very quiet, and the fog—we are in November now—pressed against the windows like an excluded ghost.

But who can explain Westminster Bridge Road or Liverpool Street in the morning -- the city inhaling -- or the same thorough-fares in the evening -- the city exhaling her exhausted air? We reach in desperation beyond the fog, beyond the very stars, the voids of the universe are ransacked to justify the monster, and stamped with a human face.

Edinburgh. A soft gray loveliness, fog-shrouded, gray-green, gray-blue, gray-gray, mauve, melting, misting over, grave.

Sir Bernard was standing at his big eastern window with his hands behind his back, looking out over the fog. It was his great-man-of-affairs pose,

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She walks like a ballerina in dance slippers, her feet as articulate as hands, a little vessel of grace moving out into the fog.

Fog on the sea, fog in the streets, fog in the mind.

Rain falls so lightly that it seems indistinguishable from fog.

Death can seem so final, like a blade dropped through the neck. But the nature of death is not at all final. It is not some dark cliff off which we leap. I hope to show you it is merely a fog, something we can peer into and out of, something we can know and face and not necessarily fear. By each life taken from our collective lives we are diminished. But even in death we have much to celebrate. It is only a transition, like so many others.

Fog and smog should not be confused and are easily separated by color.

Fog and one blue light is all I need in life at the club. Just a dark room and loud music. I'm into that.

Once on a dark winter's day, when the yellow fog hung so thick and heavy in the streets of London that the lamps were lighted and the shop windows blazed with gas as they do at night, an odd-looking little girl sat in a cab with her father and was driven rather slowly through the big thoroughfares.