Fogginess Quotes & Sayings

Art is the funnel, as it were, through which spirit is poured into life. — Thomas Mann

Which brings me to you, Prince Boris. And I'm sorry, but here's the thing ... I think you're one of the nicest Russian aristocrats I've ever met and not been forced into an arranged marriage with,' [said the Doctor] — James Goss

I imagine them very clearly and then attempt to describe what I can see. Sometimes I draw them for my own amusement! (talking about her characters and scenes) — J.K. Rowling

Indeed, what forces us at all to suppose that there is an essential opposition of 'true' and 'false'? Is it not sufficient to assume degrees of apparentness and, as it were, lighter and darker shadows and shades of appearance- different 'values', to use the language of painters? — Friedrich Nietzsche

Simply stated, the value of a business today is the sum of all the money it will make in the future. — Peter Thiel

I love reading people. I really enjoy watching, observing, and being able to figure out a person, the reason they wore that dress, the reason they smell the way they do. — Rihanna

Timing is everything. It is not so much about who you know, especially now with the Internet, because anybody can become a superstar overnight. — Frankie Knuckles

I'm real clear, you know? There's no fogginess. — Jack Osbourne

Terra had climbed well beyond that which its — Robert A. Heinlein

He said something interesting: he said that he thinks there is only free will when you are in time, in the present. He says in the past we can only do what we did, and we can only be there if we were there. — Audrey Niffenegger

It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it; but the young know they are wretched for they are full of the truthless ideal which have been instilled into them, and each time they come in contact with the real, they are bruised and wounded. It looks as if they were victims of a conspiracy; for the books they read, ideal by the necessity of selection, and the conversation of their elders, who look back upon the past through a rosy haze of forgetfulness, prepare them for an unreal life. They must discover for themselves that all they have read and all they have been told are lies, lies, lies; and each discovery is another nail driven into the body on the cross of life. — W. Somerset Maugham

I can't even say the word 'titmouse' without giggling like a schoolgirl. — Homer