Truth is the torch that gleams through the fog without dispelling it. — Claude Adrien Helvetius Copy Share Image
“One day many years ago a man walked along and stood in the sound of the ocean on a cold sunless shore… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
Tell me what’s the difference between hope and waiting because my heart doesn’t know It constantly cuts itself on the glass of… — Anna Kamienska Copy Share Image
What if, when this fog scatters and flies upward, the whole rotten, slimey city goes with it, rises with the fog and… — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
Murk can be described as an enfeebled fog with a personality disorder; it is more troubled than ethereal, sulking moodily over our… — Michael Leunig Copy Share Image
Here’s what I learned: First thing in the morning, before I have drowned myself in coffee, while I still have that sleepy… — Merrill Markoe Copy Share Image
I like rust on a nail, fog on a mountain. Clouds hide stars, rooms have doors, eyes close, and the same words… — David Ignatow Copy Share Image
History is moving the furniture around in the house of mankind just about everywhere but the U.S.A. Things have changed, except here,… — James Howard Kunstler Copy Share Image
Instead of always asking yourself how to clear up your mental fog, learn to ask: "Can confusion know anything about clarity?" — Guy Finley Copy Share Image
I cannot live without brainwork. What else is there to live for? Stand at the window here. Was ever such a dreary,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Some say no evil thing that walks by night, In fog or fire, by lake or moorish fen, Blue meagre hag, or… — John Milton Copy Share Image
I like the muted sounds, the shroud of grey, and the silence that comes with fog. — Om Malik Copy Share Image
Have you ever been at sea in a dense fog, when it seemed as if a tangible white darkness shut you in,… — Helen Keller Copy Share Image
“Lampposts look, in the glow of their defeated light, robbed by the fog, but cannot tell if the streets, lying by stretching… — Suman Pokhrel Copy Share Image
My name is October Christine Daye; I live in a city by the sea where the fog paints the early morning, parking… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
it is a mistake to talk of the twilight of age, or the blurred sight of old people. The long day grows… — Rebecca Harding Davis Copy Share Image
I could hear hopefulness in her voice, but also doubt. She was waiting for me to admit the obvious: I'd forgotten. I… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Will nodded slowly, then looked up at tha black sky. "The stars", he said. "I have never seen them so bright. The… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
In order that the relations between science and the age may be what they ought to be, the world at large must… — William Jay Youmans Copy Share Image
Not being categorized is like keeping your mouth shut. Categorization is linguistic, people trying to understand each other. Words are misty, language… — Kalan Sherrard Copy Share Image
Spurious fame spreads from tongue to tongue like the fog of the early dawn before the sun rises. — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
Conceit is a fog that envelops a man's real character beyond his own recognition. It weakens his native ability and strengthens all… — Napoleon Hill Copy Share Image
The creative force in man recognizes and records these rhythms with the medium most suitable to him, the object, or the moment,… — Edward Weston Copy Share Image
“The night was white-blind with fog, and Kate staggered over every stone and stumbled in every puddle, but she pushed on as… — Erin Bow Copy Share Image
