Fog Quotes

Sometimes it all gets a little too much, but you gotta realize that soon the fog will clear up.

The past is a fog on our minds. The future? A complete dream. We can't neither guess the future, neither change the past.

Sometimes when you lose your way in the fog, you end up in a beautiful place! Don't be afraid of getting lost!

For the birth of something new, there has to be a happening. Newton saw an apple fall; James Watt watched a kettle boil; Roentgen fogged some photographic plates. And these people knew enough to translate ordinary happenings into something new.

But we have to pass the bill so you can find out what is in it, away from the fog of the controversy.

In nature, everything has a job. The job of the fog is to beautify further the existing beauties!

When you are happy, you feel the sunshine even inside the fog; when you are unhappy, you feel the fog even in the sunshine.

The fog of illusion, the fog of confusion is hanging all over the world.

I must go in, the fog is rising.

Fair is foul, and foul is fair, hover through fog and filthy air.

A journalist is the lookout on the bridge of the ship of state. He notes the passing sail, the little things of interest that dot the horizon in fine weather. He reports the drifting castaway whom the ship can save. He peers through fog and storm to give warning of dangers ahead. He is not thinking of his wages or of the profits of his owners. He is there to watch over the safety and the welfare of the people who trust him.

Profound boredom, drifting here and there in the abysses of our existence like a muffling fog, removes all things and men and oneself along with it into a remarkable indifference. This boredom reveals being as a whole.

You never realized how thick your fog was until it lifted.

It is not the clear-sighted who rule the world. Great achievements are accomplished in a blessed, warm fog.

Composing is like driving down a foggy road.

I love biomedical science, I love astronomy, and you can't really do much with those in a fantasy setting.

Composing is like driving down a foggy road toward a house. Slowly you see more details of the house-the color of the slates and bricks, the shape of the windows. The notes are the bricks and the mortar of the house.

Fog and smog should not be confused and are easily separated by color.

Santa knows Physics: Of all colors, Red Light penetrates fog best. That's why Benny the Blue-nosed reindeer never got the gig.

I think cinema, movies, and magic have always been closely associated. The very earliest people who made film were magicians.

Finding oneself and one's path is like waking up on a foggy day. Be patient, and presently the fog will clear and that which has always been there can be seen. The path is already there to follow

There it is, fog, atmospheric moisture still uncertain in destination, not quite weather and not altogether mood, yet partaking of both.

Your words surround you like fog and make you hard to see.

It is not enough to be busy. So are the ants. The question is: What are we busy about?

Inside the fogs, you think better and thus you see better!