Quotes & Sayings About Fog Goodreads

One mark of a deteriorating society is when people cannot discern between truth and lies. Another is that they don't care and will believe whatever their itching ears want to hear. — Cal Thomas

I've learned that sometimes I have to give up my right to know and simply believe that God's knowing is enough. — Beverly Lewis

A Gossip is a dung beetle in disguise .... — M. Jackson

Not everyone agrees on music. Some people like rap, some like country - it's all an opinion. F the critics. — Vanilla Ice

When you're able to see that and be grateful, life will be much easier and more exciting. Life offers opportunities to be happy as many as to be sad. The decision is fully yours. Be sure that you choose the right choice. (p.261) — Grace Melia

I wanted to know people. I wanted to love. But I didn't realize how badly I had been hurt. I didn't realize that my habit of distance had become so unconscious and deep that I didn't know how to be with another person. I could only fix that person in my imagination and turn him this way and that, trying to feel him, until my mind was tired and raw. — Mary Gaitskill

In politics, the tripod is the most unstable of all structures. — Frank Herbert

There are many people who are frightened of something or other, Mma," she said. "Even here in Botswana there are people who are frightened."
They had looked at each other without saying anything. Each knew what the other meant; each knew that there were things that people preferred not to acknowledge not to admit, lest the admission encourage that which needed no encouragement. — Alexander McCall Smith

If the principal smokers of cocaine were affluent older white men and the principal users of Viagra were young black men, using Viagra would land you time behind bars. — Ethan Nadelmann

I always prefer fiction. Anything else feels like homework. — AnnaLisa Grant

And as the moon rose higher the inessential houses began to melt away until gradually I became aware of the old island here that flowered once for Dutch sailors' eyes
a fresh, green breast of the new world. Its vanished trees, the trees that had made way for Gatsby's house, had once pandered in whispers to the last and greatest of all human dreams; for a transitory enchanted moment man must have held his breath in the presence of this continent, compelled into an aesthetic contemplation he neither understood nor desired, face to face for the last time in history with something commensurate to his capacity for wonder. — F Scott Fitzgerald

A forest - the word dates back to the Norman occupancy, when it meant an area set aside for England's violent new masters to hunt boar and deer - is necessarily larger than a wood. It belonged to the king and was a fit place for his recreation. — John Burnside

The suicide bombings have increased. There's too many of them. — George W. Bush