Cat Quote by Carl Sandburg

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

— Carl Sandburg

The fog comes on little cat feet.

— Carl Sandburg

The fog is rising.

— Emily Dickinson

What if, when this fog scatters and flies upward, the whole rotten, slimey city goes with it, rises with the fog and vanishes like…

— Fyodor Dostoevsky

“Every morning a great wall of fog descends upon the city of San Francisco. It begins far out at sea. It forms over the…

— Jeffrey Eugenides

“Create a fog within a fog”

— Lorraine Heath

. . . We love fog because it shifts old anomalies into the elements surrounding them. It gives relief from a way of seeing

— Eavan Boland

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes Licked its tongue into…

— Anonymous

A low line of shore was visible at first on the right between the movement of the waves and fog, but when we came…

— John Millington Synge

“the captain decided to hoist sail and move a little westward, on the chance that the fog was hugging the coast of the Island.…

— Jack L. Chalker

Under the thinning fog the surf curled and creamed, almost without sound, like a thought trying to form inself on the edge of consciousness.

— Raymond Chandler

“Outside, the city is changing. While we have been talking of God's laws and seacrets of the earth, a cold fog has come rolling…

— Sarah Dunant