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It's like moving through a delicious fog.
At night I sleep dreamlessly. In the mornings I wake to fog.
For fog was merely a cloud that wasn't too smitten with itself to visit terra firma.
Those who generate fog are Wizards of Oz hoping desperately that nobody pulls the curtain to reveal a trembling little writer behind it. This seldom happens. Readers who dare to point out that incomprehensible writing can't be comprehended risk being told that the problem is theirs.
It was a foggy day in London, and the fog was heavy and dark. Animate London, with smarting eyes and irritated lungs, was blinking, wheezing, and choking; inanimate London was a sooty spectre, divided in purpose between being visible and invisible, and so being wholly neither.
Dust Glitter Rain
But it is growing damp and I must go in. Memory's fog is rising.
I could smell fog even at this level now. It was rolling down from the mountains, flooding out the moon, as well as rising from the sea. The
Misty is the color of rain on a window.
Most consequential choices involve shades of gray, and some fog is often useful in getting things done.
My window fogs and this makes me feel like there is no world outside of the car.
Emotional fog is what a man feels when he begins to answer the questions he has not yet dared to ask himself.
But round your image
there is no fog, and the Earth
can still astonish.
This investigation felt difficult, like driving in fog.
God's word is tailor-made for gray-slush days. It sends a beam of light through the fog. It signals safety when we fear we'll never make it through.
Clouds veiled the mountains,
Clouds are like boogers hanging on the nostrils of the moon.
Like an entirely cloudless sky when one is going mountaineering ...
It's evening, one of those gray water-color washes, like liquid dust.
The fog that slowly tumbled like great masses of dripping white laundry gradually gave way to sheer curtains and then to isolated tattered scraps.
Cloudiness what is cloudiness, is it a lining, is it a roll, is it melting.
The fog was mysterious. The lights were mysterious. The music was "A-Tisket, A-Tasket".
Jim said he believed it was spirits, but I says: no, spirits wouldn't say "dern the dern fog".
You know what the future is? It is a heavy fog which hides inside everything you can imagine!
The air had lost its icy feel, but now a thin, sickly mist clung to everything, wrapping around tree trunks and moving over the ground in visible tides.
Sometimes when you lose your way in the fog, you end up in a beautiful place! Don't be afraid of getting lost!
Sometimes the air is so thick with your judgment that its clouds obstruct your vision.
vague as a soft copper pulse of moonlight through blossoming sea coast fog.
My guess was that when you descended to a certain depth of depravity, the Fogs could smell you as a hound, catching a murderer's spoor, could track the criminal through forest, field, and moor.
In the land of wisdom, there is no fog in the air, no haze, no blur, no mirage, no smoke; all is seen plainly; the vision is very clean!
Life is foggy; always try to see what lies behind the fog!
You're not crazy. And yes, cow farts chase the fog away. The only problem is the smell.
Are you facing a trial today? Perhaps fog is hiding the path of life from you and you don't know which way to go. God gives you the answer for trials - stay close to Him. Allow Him to guide you through the stormy path, and trust His Word for comfort and guidance.
There was a dense fog in my brain,impenetrable to any coherent thought,except the dull obsession of counting the minutes - an aching state of semi concsiousness and numb idiocy.
The weather varies between heavy fog and pale sunshine; My thoughts follow the exact same process.
I'm real clear, you know? There's no fogginess.
What starts in clouded minds finishes in the rain
The morning was so damp and misty
In the morning, fog. As it slowly lifted, the expedition set off.
Fog loves to cover; wind loves to disperse! Children of nature love having fun with each other!
There was a mist of moss to ride through and a storm of glass.
Enveloped in a common mist, we seem to walk in clearness ourselves, and behold only the mist that enshrouds others.
Our mind is like a fog; even a moderate wind disperses it easily.
Their cold blue light shone through the silver curtains of river mist as streetlamps might glimmer through a smoke-grimed window
Is the journey still worthwhile if the mountain turns out to be enshrouded in fog at the top?
Skeins of mist like translucent silk, bending and unbending in the headlight tunnels ...
That mist was thick. It was hard to see at times. The wind was wild. It'd come at me one way and hit me from the front, and hit me from the back.
A thin grey fog hung over the city, and the streets were very cold; for summer was in England.
you came in slowly like the fog
and consumed me.
Sometimes it all gets a little too much, but you gotta realize that soon the fog will clear up.
It is one of those big-smelling days, when people bring the outdoors in with them, the scent of rain on their sleeves, in their hair.
The fog may seem thick but the sun will surely pierce through and brighten up the sky. Allow yourself to continue to rest on the wings of God's love and watch yourself learn to soar high.
In the stutter-flashes of light, the clouds look like huge transparent brains filled with bad thoughts.
The faint light all about, quivering and sourceless, refracted in the rain of drifting soot.
The fog still slept on the wing above the drowned city, where the lamps glimmered like carbuncles; and through the muffle and smother of these fallen clouds, the procession of the town's life was still rolling in through the great arteries with a sound as of a mighty wind.
At twilight time the smog makes a rainbow.
Blood like raindrops on the window.
sunbeams everywhere and mist floating like freshly minted
The next morning dawned cool and clear. The early mist had lifted, leaving a thick layer of dew clinging to the hillsides beyond the castle, shimmering in the morning sun like faerie dust sprinkled over a lush bed of emerald.
Like his eyes.
When it's foggy in the pulpit it's cloudy in the pew.
The fog ate his companions slowly, dissolving them from solid beings into nothing more than vague shadows which played at being human. And
My brother William is a fisherman, and he tells me that when he is in the middle of a fogbound
sea the water is a color for which there is no name.
Wafted up, The stealing cloud with soft grey blinds the sky And in its vapory mantle onward steps The summer shower.
The hillside before them blurred, as if a curtain of wind-blown sand rose before it. A churning wind roiled through this strange mist.
Was still a fine, persistent drizzle. There was a word in Scots for it - smirr.
Shape? Does a fog have shape? Does the twilight? Does the onset of darkness?
I could see tongues of dense fog licking over the ridge in the distance, where this world ended and the next one began, cold, damp, and sunless.
This was the problem with a walk down memory lane. It was almost always foggy, and one was likely to trip and fall.
His whole life was now summed up in two words: absolute uncertainty within an impenetrable fog.
Darkening sea full of stirred silt and clouds of minute
All men and women go through the same fog.
A fine silver rain, like cobwebs falling.
CLOUDS SPILLED DOWN FROM THE SKY AND swamped the streets with a hot mist that made the thermometers on the walls perspire. Halfway through
There are your fog people & your sun people, he said. I said I wasn't sure which kind I was. He nodded. Fog'll do that to you, he said.
The last cobwebs
of fog in the
black firtrees are flakes
of white ash in the world's hearth.
Everybody knows what California smog is - that's fog with the vitamins removed.
Shine: clear dew aching with light.
Kyle strained his eyes to the horizon while they paddled swiftly through the fog.
Blowing,Blowing
The gray slabs
Will lose you
the winds will flick you away
In a whiff
Morning. Vast. Imprecision. Fog has covered everything in gray
absolute. This has lasted. Doubt looms over the mind. Absence
is harder to accept than death.
haze-brained nitwit
pickle-head froggy leg soup
murky
daunting
gone
Overhead soft-bellied clouds panic toward the horizon like whales before the harpoon, and the wind runs addict's fingers through the trees that line the street.
When the spirit shines, even foggy skies make pleasant light.
Derive happiness in oneself from a good day's work, from illumination the fog that surround
The mist after rain, uninterrupted rainfall on rooftops, pitter-patter intellect. The thoughts I leave behind like footsteps.
Let muddy water stand and it will become clear.
Death in the Clouds
What clouds may wet the gaze without hope of emptiness within us?
I am filled with humidity.
There's no smoke without mud being flung around.
When you looked out my window you could see the whole city crouched under a blanket of car smog.
It's this time of year when Kit mist rise in the dark, as if we're a farmer or a fisherman, someone whose livelihood depends on beating the dawn, convincing himself that what looks like night is actually morning.
The mist had grown heavier, like a drizzle that did not fall so much as lie upon the very air itself.
I see a lot of fog and a few lights. I like it when life's hidden. It gives you a chance to imagine nice things, nicer than they are.
Fog rolled in like a form of sorrow. To live exiled from a place you have known intimately is to experience sensory deprivation. A wide-awake coma ... The sea was a memory bank into which everything fell and was lost. I dove in but came out empty-handed.
If you are a very famous person, the best weather for you will be the foggy weather! It will hide you from the people and it will give you the great joy of being no one!
We must learn a new modesty. We have stormed the heavens, but succeeded only in building fog upon fog, a mist which will not support anybody who earnestly desires to stand upon it. What is valid seems so insignificant that it may be seriously doubted whether anlaysis is at all possible.
Warm fog swirled in the canyon as we gradually descended. A hundred feet in front of us everything was lost in the fog and a hundred feet behind us everything was lost in the fog. We were walking in a capsule between amnesias.
Dew moves mountains.
The wind howled about the bus, and the wipers slooshed heavily back and forth across the windshield, smeering the city into a red and yellow neon wetness. It was early afternoon, but it looked like night through the glass