{"quotes":[{"text":"The sound of diesel fuel rushing through grimy pistons and cylinders below a morning-fogged window bored through his ears like a deep-water drill bit, and the thump of his own heartbeat cursed him for breaking one of his many rules.","author":"Luke Taylor","tags":["air","car","city","coal","curse","diesel","drill-bit","fog","gasoline","grimy","heart","heatbeat","man","noise","petrol","pollution","rules","smog","street","vehicle","window"],"id":1543,"author_id":"Luke+Taylor"},{"text":"The dense fog manifests ever-living gravestones, the tunes of decadence, the hearts that were doomed to dance alone. Here lies untouched beauty, a brittle dream, an unseen sea-born nightmare, an isolated acheirous harf, fishbones without flesh, a face without letters, the hypnotic power o Apollonian destruction. Ashes kiss the grapefruit essential oil skin, the soul beats with eaten sons and daughters, soaking wet serpents with cuspid tongues lollop for legendary goddesses.","author":"Laura Gentile","tags":["dance","decadence","doomed","fog","hearts"],"id":3721,"author_id":"Laura+Gentile"},{"text":"I have woken up…quite sloshedfrom night-mingled rainsa little drugged, by mountain fogsI have been kidnappedfor years....By a mere kiss.","author":"Sanober Khan","tags":["dreamy","fog","kiss","life","mingle","mist","mountains","night","night-time","poetic","poetry","poetry","rain","rainy","sweet","tender"],"id":9962,"author_id":"Sanober+Khan"},{"text":"A thin grey fog hung over the city, and the streets were very cold; for summer was in England.","author":"Rudyard Kipling","tags":["city","cold","england","fog","seasons","summer"],"id":12508,"author_id":"Rudyard+Kipling"},{"text":"When life is foggy, path is unclear and mind is dull, remember your breath. It has the power to give you the peace. It has the power to resolve the unsolved equations of life.","author":"Amit Ray","tags":["awakening","breath","breathe","breathing","breathing-in-awareness","conscious-breathing","dull","dull-mind","dullness","fog","foggy","life","life-and-living","life-lessons","lifestyle","lifestyle","mind","mind-power","path","unclear","unsolved-equations","wake","wake-up","wakefulness","yoga","yoga-inspiration","yoga-philosophy","yoga-poses","yoga-postures","yoga-practice"],"id":16648,"author_id":"Amit+Ray"},{"text":"I do so much music that it's like a fog, and I can't even remember all of it.","author":"Yelawolf","tags":["fog","remember","like "],"id":32081,"author_id":"Yelawolf"},{"text":"I had a 'Cats' phase, where I did lots of overturned furniture and trash cans. I asked for a fog machine for my birthday.","author":"Ben Platt","tags":["cats","fog","furniture "],"id":42215,"author_id":"Ben+Platt"},{"text":"Under the thinning fog the surf curled and creamed, almost without sound, like a thought trying to form inself on the edge of consciousness.","author":"Raymond Chandler","tags":["fog","ocean","surf","thought"],"id":60636,"author_id":"Raymond+Chandler"},{"text":"Even now I remember those pictures, like pictures in a storybook one loved as a child. Radiant meadows, mountains vaporous in the trembling distance; leaves ankle-deep on a gusty autumn road; bonfires and fog in the valleys; cellos, dark window-panes, snow.","author":"Donna Tartt","tags":["aesthetic","autumn","bonfires","cellos","dark","fog","leaves","mountains","pictures","radiance","snow"],"id":62428,"author_id":"Donna+Tartt"},{"text":"When I was lost in the fog, it was as though nothing else existed. And, afterwards, it seemed incomprehensible that I had ever really thought like that. Self-recrimination inevitably followed.","author":"Alexis Hall","tags":["bipolar","depression","fog","self-recrimination"],"id":71405,"author_id":"Alexis+Hall"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":46,"pages":5,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}