Quotes On Winter Fog

#1. On a late-winter evening in 1983, while driving through fog along the Maine coast, recollections of old campfires began to drift into the March mist, and I thought of the Abnaki Indians of the Algonquin tribe who dwelt near Bangor a thousand years ago.

Norman Mailer

#2. I have to go home and get a few things done. If I don't get out the Pledge soon, the dust bunnies are going to be leaving tracks on my furniture ...

Carla Foft

#3. in the heart's rain
in the eye's fog
in the winter's smoky snow
in whirling snow
in storms
wind which wants to tear my coat off
legends stories
the blood red dawn of the mind
the warm spring between your thighs
the only haven

Nils-Aslak Valkeapaa

#4. Your mind is a mirror and you see yourself in it again and again.

Debasish Mridha

#5. Your kiss swallows me
And engulfs my very soul

Richard L. Ratliff

#6. The ghost-walking, the short-tempered distraction, the hurried fog. (All of this I'm just assuming, because I have no idea how I come across, my consciousness is that underground, like a toad in winter.)

Maria Semple

#7. Once on a dark winter's day, when the yellow fog hung so thick and heavy in the streets of London that the lamps were lighted and the shop windows blazed with gas as they do at night, an odd-looking little girl sat in a cab with her father and was driven rather slowly through the big thoroughfares.

Frances Hodgson Burnett

#8. Winter hurled more wind and rain at the city than it ever had before. Clouds dashed about in all directions emptying their thunder, hail and rain. The horizon was choked in fog.

Ismail Kadare

#9. Almost nothing is more tedious than complaining about the weather.

Meghan Daum

#10. I like winter and I like the dark and I like cats and I like the rain and I like walking up mountains and sitting at the top in the fog . That's all I need to know about my life right now. It's pretty simple

Annabel Pitcher

#11. Feathered with hoarfrost, skeletal trees loom closer; fog shrouded arches.

Paul Brown

#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. Blessed is he who has found his work; let him ask no other blessedness.

Thomas Carlyle

#14. Moonless winter night-
a billow of rising fog
hides the distant pines

Lenard Moore

#15. How bittersweet it is, on winter's night,
To listen, by the sputtering, smoking fire,
As distant memories, through the fog-dimmed light,
Rise, to the muffled chime of churchbell choir.

Charles Baudelaire

#16. The older I get, I guess I wear less sparkles.

Blake Lively

#17. Groundhog found fog. New snows and blue toes. Fine and dandy for Valentine candy. Snow spittin'; if you're not mitten-smitten, you'll be frostbitten! By jing-y feels spring-y.

Old Farmer's Almanac

#18. Some people can never understand that you have to wait, even for the best of things, until the right time comes.

Franklin D. Roosevelt

#19. In the fifties I had dreams about touching a naked woman and she would turn to bronze or the dream about hot dogs chasing donuts through the Lincoln Tunnel.

Robert Klein

#20. Sometimes in the winter, when the fog rolled in and silenced the waves, it felt as if death had its fingers around my neck. Fingers like frostbitten twigs that made me ache inside.

Tara Kelly