A human being can survive almost anything, as long as she sees the end in sight! — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
But we have to pass the bill so you can find out what is in it, away from the fog of the… — Nancy Pelosi Copy Share Image
Truth is a torch which gleams in the fog but does not dispel it. — Claude Adrien Helvetius Copy Share Image
It is not the clear-sighted who rule the world. Great achievements are accomplished in a blessed, warm fog. — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
Sometimes when you lose your way in the fog, you end up in a beautiful place! Don't be afraid of getting lost! — Mehmet Murat Ildan Copy Share Image
Marilyn Monroe was no fun to work with. She would report to work around 5:00 in the evening. You've been in make-up… — Tony Randall Copy Share Image
Love is kind of like when you see a fog in the morning, when you wake up before the sun comes out.… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I have a hotline to the tabloids. When I get up in the morning, I call the Star, and the last thing… — Kirstie Alley Copy Share Image
Writing is this act of faith - a bit like driving in the fog: you can hardly see just in front of… — Ann Voskamp Copy Share Image
“Standing on the deck of a San Francisco ferryboat, in a gray suit so precisely the same colour as the fog that… — Andrew Sean Greer Copy Share Image
Colonialism is the massive fog that has clouded our imaginations regarding who we could be, excised our memories of who we once… — Waziyatawin Copy Share Image
Los Angeles has got its own distinct feel, and it's very contrary to the music that I write and the pictures I… — Alison Sudol Copy Share Image
Cross-country running was so beautiful with all the trails and the lake regions ... very physical and also a bit spiritual, where… — Robin Williams Copy Share Image
If there is anybody I detest, it is weak-minded sentimentalists-all those melancholy people who, out of an excess of sympathy for others,… — John Cheever Copy Share Image
“February Soup by Stewart Stafford The February fog, Turns all into blobs, Orange street lights, To Valentine's Night. When the wind strays,… — Stewart Stafford Copy Share Image
They held me and told me everything would be fine, that sadness would rise from our bones and evaporate in sunlight the… — Shane Jones Copy Share Image
The mist starts to form as we stand close to one another. It is a distant fog that rises from the horizon,… — Nicholas Sparks Copy Share Image
I had been riding horses before my memory kicked in, so my life with horses had no beginning. It simply appeared from… — Monty Roberts Copy Share Image
An investigator starts research in a new field with faith, a foggy idea, and a few wild experiments. Eventually the interplay of… — Donald Cram Copy Share Image
The writer loves the fog as it pours in; he loves the sun when the fog pours out. The rest of California… — Eric Maisel Copy Share Image
Never till this day Did life disturb the dense eternity Of joyless quiet; never skylark's song, Or storm-bird's prescient scream, or eaglet's… — Hartley Coleridge Copy Share Image
Maybe nothingness is to be without your presence, without you moving, slicing the noon like a blue flower, without you walking later… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“Caught in the doldrums of August we may have regretted the departing summer, having sighed over the vanished strawberries and all that… — Denis Mackail Copy Share Image
This is the day of wonders. The land is covered with trees like a head with hair and behind the ship the… — Alice Munro Copy Share Image
June marked the end of spring on California's central coast and the beginning of five months of dormancy that often erupted in… — Gretel Ehrlich Copy Share Image
Sometimes in life, from out of a myriad of prosaic decisions like what to eat and where to sleep and how to… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
“The dense fog manifests ever-living gravestones, the tunes of decadence, the hearts that were doomed to dance alone. Here lies untouched beauty,… — Laura Gentile Copy Share Image
I returned to the courtyard and saw that the sun had grown weaker. Beautiful and clear as it had been, the morning… — Umberto Eco Copy Share Image
That country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image