Sometimes when you lose your way in the fog, you end up in a beautiful place! Don't be afraid of getting lost!
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.
I must go in, the fog is rising.
Derive happiness in oneself from a good day's work, from illuminating the fog that surrounds us.
The fog of illusion, the fog of confusion is hanging all over the world.
Sometimes it all gets a little too much, but you gotta realize that soon the fog will clear up.
Humans believe so many lies because we aren't aware. We ignore the truth or we just don't see the truth. When we are educated, we accumulate a lot of knowledge, and all that knowledge is just like a wall of fog that doesn't allow us to perceive the truth, what really is.
Faith is like radar that sees through the fog.
You never realized how thick your fog was until it lifted.
There it is, fog, atmospheric moisture still uncertain in destination, not quite weather and not altogether mood, yet partaking of both.
The past is a fog on our minds. The future? A complete dream. We can't neither guess the future, neither change the past.
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
It's fear. Fear is like a giant fog. It sits on your brain and blocks everything. Real feeling, true happiness, real joy, they can't get through that fog. But you lift it and buddy you're in for the ride of your life.
It is not the clear-sighted who rule the world. Great achievements are accomplished in a blessed, warm fog.
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.
Faith is like radar that sees through the fog -- the reality of things at a distance that the human eye cannot see.
Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.
The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over the harbor
and city on silent haunches and then moves on.
Writing is like driving at night in the fog. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair, hover through fog and filthy air.
And when the fog's over and the stars and the moon come out at night it'll be a beautiful sight.
Truth is a torch which gleams in the fog but does not dispel it.
It was November--the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul.
Without the fog, London would not be a beautiful city. It is fog that gives it its magnificent amplitude...its regular and massive blocks become grandiose in that mysterious mantle.
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