Fog Quote by Lenard Moore Download Open image “Moonless winter night- a billow of rising fog hides the distant pines” — Lenard Moore ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.6 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare Fog January Night Rising Winter Winter night
“In winter, the air is clear enough to drink, and your eyes can travel many hundreds of miles until they reach the green of the near hills, the blue-gray beyond them, and then the snow peaks far away, which rise in the sky with the sun, and remain suspended there, higher than imaginable, changing color and shape through the day.… — Anuradha Roy Copy Share
“The deeper I went into the valley, the greater the rewards. First, it was a clump of birches, the bottoms wrapped in thick fog, the uppermost branches clear now, nesting birds waking with bright-eyed songs. Next, I passed under the pines, browned needles underfoot, and was transported to the quiet moments of rapture under such branches throughout my life. The… — Megan Rich Copy Share
When the cold comes to New England it arrives in sheets of sleet and ice. In December, the wind wraps itself around bare trees and twists in between husbands and wives asleep in their beds. It shakes the shingles from the roofs and sifts through cracks in the plaster. The only green things left are the holly bushes and the… — Alice Hoffman Copy Share
The moon glows on the river, wind rustles the pines. Long night clear evening--what are they for? — Ueda Akinari Copy Share Image
There was a frosty rime upon the trees, which, in the faint light of the clouded moon, hung upon the smaller branches like dead garlands. Withered leaves crackled and snapped beneath his feet, as he crept softly on towards the house. The desolation of a winter night sat brooding on the earth, and in the sky. But, the red light… — Charles Dickens Copy Share
This is what I have heard at last the wind in December lashing the old trees with rain unseen rain racing along the tiles… — W. S. Merwin Copy Share Image
Winter then in its early and clear stages, was a purifying engine that ran unhindered over city and country, alerting the stars to sparkle… — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
“From the vast, invisible ocean of moonlight overhead fell, here and here, a slender, broken stream that seemed to plash against the intercepting branches… — Ambrose Bierce Copy Share Image
“But what after all is one night? A short space, especially when the darkness dims so soon, and so soon a bird sings, a cock crows, or a faint green quickens, like a turning leaf, in the hollow of the wave. Night, however, succeeds to night. The winter holds a pack of them in store and deals them equally, evenly,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share
“was fogged by their combined breath, the night seemed to grow colder and more mysterious, with only the brightest stars burning pinpricks in the… — Scott Nicholson Copy Share Image
“Steam rising underneath a canopy of whispering, changing aspens; starlight in the clear, dark night, and wondrous beauty in every direction. If only all… — Donna Lynn Hope Copy Share Image
One must have a mind of winter to regard the frost and the boughs of the pine trees, crusted with snow, And have been cold a long time, to behold the junipers, shagged with ice, the spruces, rough in the distant glitter of the January sun, and not to think of any misery in the sound of the wind, in… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share
The fog of illusion, the fog of confusion is hanging all over the world. — Van Morrison Copy Share Image
When I was 13, I began relaxing my hair, and that meant when I turned 18 it began to crack and fall off, and… — Soledad O'Brien Copy Share Image
It seems a long time since the morning mail could be called correspondence. — Jacques Barzun Copy Share Image
You don't want to be too hot in the club. And ambience is important - no fog machines. — Paloma Elsesser Copy Share Image
I assume my stance, and take back the club, low, slowly; at the top, my eyes fog over, and my joints dip and swirl… — John Updike Copy Share Image
They call them the haunted shores, these stretches of Devonshire and Cornwall and Ireland which rear up against the westward ocean. Mists gather here,… — Dodie Smith Copy Share Image
I would wear a full-length cape if I could get away with it - I do love a good swirl in a fog. — Martin Freeman Copy Share Image
The biggest journalistic game-changer of our time has been the rise of social media and the overgrowth of faux news sources - league- and… — Robert Lipsyte Copy Share Image
How many people came and stayed a certain time, Uttered light or dark speech that became part of you Like light behind windblown fog… — John Ashbery Copy Share Image
I love eulogies. They are the most moving kind of speech because they attempt to pluck meaning from the fog, and on short order,… — Peggy Noonan Copy Share Image
I have been interested in the dialogue of abstraction and modernist painting - and the rich history of the grid. I also think I… — Stephen Beal Copy Share Image
