The weather varies between heavy fog and pale sunshine; My thoughts follow the exact same process. — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Never allow gradually the traffic to smother with noise and fog the flowering of the spirit. — Stephen Spender Copy Share Image
The British people, being subject to fogs, require grave statesmen. — Benjamin Disraeli 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
I was amazed at how easy it was for the Clinton Administration to basically cover what they did at Waco in the… — James Bovard Copy Share Image
Business is never as healthy as when, like a chicken, it must do a certain amount of scratching for what it gets. — Henry Ford Copy Share Image
“If you don't notice the fog when you enter it, it's because your mind was already in the fog before you entered… — Mehmet Murat ildan Copy Share Image
Always from day one, we were the band on Warped Tour with a fog machine, and our backdrop had to be up… — M. Shadows 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
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
The point is that life for me is not going to be the way it is for everyone else. I have a… — Marilyn Manson 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
The Saviour who flitted before the patriarchs through the fog of the old dispensation, and who spake in time past to the… — John Milton Copy Share Image
An absolute patience. Trees stand up to their knees in fog. The fog slowly flows uphill. White cobwebs, the grass leaning where… — Denise Levertov Copy Share Image
I have seen mad people, and I have known some who were quite intelligent, lucid, even clear-sighted in every concern of life,… — Guy de Maupassant Copy Share Image
Although the French were very friendly and helpful. On one location we were to film at the top of the Eiffel Tower… — Lalla Ward Copy Share Image
Planning to write is not writing. Outlining, researching, talking to people about what you're doing - none of that is writing. Writing… — E. L. Doctorow 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
But I was wrong. I should have known it wasn't owver, couldn't be over quite easily. No sooner was Xavier out of… — Alexandra Adornetto Copy Share Image
“LONDON. Michaelmas Term lately over, and the Lord Chancellor sitting in Lincoln’s Inn Hall. Implacable November weather. As much mud in the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“Local fog in Venice has a name: nebbia. It obliterates all reflections ... and everything that has a shape: buildings, people, colonnades,… — Joseph Brodsky 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
Simon had drawn three pictures. In the top left corner, like a salutation, was a ghost. The middle had a big sketch… — Kelley Armstrong 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
“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
“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