Quotes About Morning Fog

#1. They held me and told me everything would be fine, that sadness would rise from our bones and evaporate in sunlight the way morning fog burned off the river in summer. My mother rubbed the kites on my hands and arms and told me to think of my lungs as balloons. I just want to feel safe, I said.

Shane Jones

#2. Faded like morning fog in the rising sun, sports team logo on a cheap T-shirt, ninety-nine dollar paint job on a Chevy.

Dennis Vickers

#3. In the morning, fog. As it slowly lifted, the expedition set off.

Stephen E. Ambrose

#4. concept: me, wandering through the morning fog of a flowery hillside. the world is still and silent and calm

L.J. Buchanan

#5. The palimpsests of molecules need not be overwritten, for machines make once-ephemeral words persist: they collect in gutters; they pile up and require sweeping; they hang in air like morning fog.

Dexter Palmer

#6. The beauty of writing is imagining new endings to a time of darkness, like burning off a morning fog with the heat and clarity of the sun.

J.J. Brown

#7. But the guilt didn't have much of a chance against the dawning realisation that I was falling in love. I had stared out the window at the early-morning fog, wondering for a moment if she had sent Joe to me so I would know that in the same world where she could die, this could happen.

Jandy Nelson

#8. I don't agree. The morning fog makes the graveyard beautiful, soft and sad as a voice humming a lullaby, but I don't tell her what I think. She'd call me a weirdo.
- Raven Smith

Rita Stradling

#9. I knew that I lived in a place where hope and a sense of possibility were as ephemeral as morning fog, but I did not see the despair at the heart of our drug use.

Jesmyn Ward

#10. 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.

Etel Adnan

#11. The mornings themselves were becoming bad now as I wandered
about lethargic, following my synthetic sleep, but afternoons were
still the worst, beginning at about three o'clock, when I'd feel the
horror, like some poisonous fog bank roll in upon my mind, forcing me
into bed.

William Styron

#12. The shouting came to a halt, replaced by a tense silence that hung in the air like a fog on a cold winter morning. The

Nicolajayne Taylor

#13. There are powers in the words. With this you can save lives, but also it's something that can kill.

Yuu Watase

#14. Of course I have a name. All the stars do.

Amber Stokes

#15. We went to a small lake, Bass Lake. It was beautiful. It was perfectly still when we got there in the morning. The fog was lifting off the water. It was just magical. And we did catch some fish, 13 fish.

Jennifer Granholm

#16. And one cannot discharge the duty of loyalty without the patient and an open minded study of the institution that marked the country and defined its character.

Bainbridge Colby

#17. As our options expand, so do our desires - and unmet desires in particular.

Megan McCafferty

#18. I don't think you're aloud to be homeschooled if you don't have a home.

Wendelin Van Draanen

#19. Thursday afternoon, the dark clouds closed in, and by Friday morning a heavy rain was falling. The mountain peaks were hazy sentinels, disappearing into misty fog that clung to the valley.

Danika Stone

#20. The sound of diesel fuel rushing through grimy pistons and cylinders below a morning-fogged window bored through his ears like a deep-water drill bit, and the thump of his own heartbeat cursed him for breaking one of his many rules.

Luke Taylor

#21. I find it somewhat difficult to write with other people, although it has happened occasionally.

Graham Nash

#22. Autumn
The passion
Is still flourishing in the branches
Yellow funny and daring red
The sun warms even in the days
Where the fog
Stubbornly in the morning
From a distance
A woodpecker knocks
Impermanence
Is the enemy of beauty

Kristian Goldmund Aumann

#23. The canker of self-consciousness has been long in me, so like a lot of writers I not only do a thing, I see myself doing it too - it's almost like not being alone. That morning our hero skipped in his skivvies down to the shore of the sea . . . it was dark . . . the fog . . . Storytelling!

Charles D'Ambrosio

#24. Was a time ...
Sure. And there was another fucking time the summers never seemed to end and you'd never paid for it in your life. Remember that? Time passes, Max - get over it. Skip the fucking nostalgia, let's get where we're at.

Richard K. Morgan

#25. In November, the smell of food is different. It is an orange smell. A squash and pumpkin smell. It tastes like cinnamon and can fill up a house in the morning, can pull everyone from bed in a fog. Food is better in November than any other time of the year.

Cynthia Rylant

#26. We'll have a duel in the morning on the moors. Plenty of fog. It will be quite dramatic, I daresay.

Julianne Donaldson

#27. Disappeared like fog in a stiff morning breeze, teen revilers when a squad car creeps up the driveway, roaches when the kitchen light comes on.

Dennis Vickers

#28. All morning the
Morning has been blackening,
A flower left out.
My bones hold a stillness, the far
Fields melt my heart.
They threaten
To let me through to a heaven
Starless and fatherless, a dark water.

Sylvia Plath

#29. Mycologists are few and far between. We are under-funded, poorly represented in the context of other sciences - ironic, as the very foundation of our ecosystems are directly dependent upon fungi, which ultimately create the foundation of soils.

Paul Stamets

#30. The fog, which Meg knew from her father wasn't fog at all, but low-lying clouds, began to burn off as the morning sun continued its climb through a blue-gray sky. The Golden Gate Bridge came into focus right before her eyes through a cloud that caressed the crimson metal into view.

Tracy Ewens

#31. More than 40 per cent of UK businesses have suffered a security breach from work mobile phones in the past 12 months, according to BT, which has warned that companies are not taking the dangers of smartphones seriously enough.

Anonymous

#32. What a pity. How the stars
and seas and rivers
in their fragile lace of fog
go on without us
morning after morning,
year after year.
And we disappear.

Pat Schneider

#33. Ever wonder why most of the people you know or have met seem to be in chronic stress?

Jay Allen

#34. In the morning I woke like a sloth in the fog.

Leslie Connor

#35. This is the theory ... that anything that is art ... is presumably about some certain thing, but is really always about something else, and it's no good having one without the other, because if you just have the something it is boring and if you just have the something else it's irritating.

Edward Gorey

#36. I learned that music comes from the voice, the rhythm and the heart of each person, and that the musicality of those unrecorded melodies could lift the curtain of fog, pass through windows and screens to waken us as gently as a morning lullaby.

Kim Thuy

#37. As on many mornings in Marin, there is this sly strip of fog - water in it's most mystical incarnation - slithering over, around, and through the hills, making everything look ancient and unsolved.

Jaimal Yogis