It seems a long time since the morning mail could be called correspondence. — Jacques Barzun Copy Share Image
The uncertainty of our future is nothing more than a fog of breath on a windowpane. — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
The fog of illusion, the fog of confusion is hanging all over the world. — Van Morrison Copy Share Image
I've had some wonderful times at the White House. I've been with Ford, Carter, Reagan, Clinton and Bush. — Dom DeLuise Copy Share Image
Everybody knows what California smog is - that's fog with the vitamins removed. — Bob Hope Copy Share Image
His whole life was now summed up in two words: absolute uncertainty within an impenetrable fog. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Without trees, mountains, fogs or rains, the Sun cannot create its own magic! — Mehmet Murat Ildan Copy Share Image
A day so happy. Fog lifted early. I worked in the garden. Hummingbirds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers. There was no thing… — Czeslaw Milosz Copy Share Image
Have you lost your hope? Have you remained inside the fog? Don't worry; even if you can't find it, a new hope… — Mehmet Murat Ildan Copy Share Image
“Don’t let the agony, regret, or fog of yesterday blind you to the fact that each new day carries with it a… — Steve Maraboli Copy Share Image
It's too much to expect in an academic setting that we should all agree, but it is not too much to expect… — John Howard Copy Share Image
think of innocent Icarus who is doing quite well: larger than a sail, over the fog and the blast of the plushy… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Yes, at times in front of goal a fog descends. Perhaps the speed of my feet doesn't match up with that of… — Gervinho Copy Share Image
Oh yes! he loved yellow, this good Vincent, this painter from Holland - those glimmers of sunlight rekindled his soul, that abhorred… — Paul Gauguin Copy Share Image
If you are in a remote desert island, let your best hope be your own efforts to build a ship instead of… — Mehmet Murat Ildan Copy Share Image
Questions, inside the larger mystery of sorrow, which contains us and our daily transit, and is large enough indeed to contain the… — Mark Doty Copy Share Image
To see the Thing itself is essential: the quintessence revealed direct without the fog of impressionism... This then: to photograph a rock,… — Edward Weston Copy Share Image
Ignorance is in relationship to content; it is not just a spirit of ignorance. In verse 21 it speaks of "the truth… — Francis Schaeffer Copy Share Image
In winter there is no heat, no light, no noon, evening touches morning, there is fog, and mist, the window is frosted,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
I'd been depressed before, of course. But I'm talking about really depressed. Not just feeling a bit down or sad, a depression… — Alan Cumming Copy Share Image
Fog everywhere. Fog up the river where it flows among green airs and meadows; fog down the river, where it rolls defiled… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Happiness does not come quickly. It is not conferred by any single event, however exciting or comforting or satisfying the event may… — Joan D. Chittister Copy Share Image
A new breeze is blowing, and a nation refreshed by freedom stands ready to push on. There is new ground to be… — George H. W. Bush Copy Share Image
You probably can't imagine there being a glory in your life, let alone one that the Enemy fears. But remember, things are… — John Eldredge 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
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
One day I found out that personal history was no longer necessary for me and, like drinking, I dropped it... Little by… — Carlos Castaneda Copy Share Image
Suddenly she felt strong and happy. She was not afraid of the darkness or the fog and she knew with a singing… — Margaret Mitchell 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 modesty in a sect is perhaps a singular instance in the history of mankind, every other sect supposing itself in possession… — Benjamin Franklin 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
