Cat feet Quote by Carl Sandburg

The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over the harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.

— Carl Sandburg

“It wasn't the fog I minded, Cathleen. I really love fog. [...] It hides you from the world and the world from you. You…

— Eugene O'Neill

“I turned my head and saw the big lamps, and I knew it was Violet Atwater. When I turned back around Mack had slowed…

— Bobby Underwood

“Even when the mist fogs up our sight still there is a way out.”

— Victor Bello Accioly

“The clouds blanketed the city, and the rain sounded like bricks hitting the roof. I hope my cat’s not still sleeping up there.
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— Jarod Kintz

“Either you will blow like the wind and disperse the fog, or you will live with the fog until it passes!”

— Mehmet Murat ildan

“She could hear wisps of fog brushing against the buildings like wet velvet.”

— Christopher Moore

“her voice small in that vast stairwell, a tiny puff of fog in the cool air.”

— Hugh Howey

“Heavy fog is a weird guide! If you go on a journey with him, it takes you from nowhere and leaves you at nowhere!”

— Mehmet Murat ildan

“At night the fog was thick and full of light, and sometimes voices.”

— Erin Bow

“mostly hidden by the dense fog that nearly”

— Kat Martin

“You are like the beach at dawn when the fog comes in; each of those things is lovely on its own, but together, they…

— Deborah Blake