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The grand show is eternal
It is always sunrise somewhere
John Muir
The perpetual spectacle is everlasting; it is always dawn in some corner of the world.
3.
Fame is a vapor, popularity an accident; the only earthly certainty is oblivion.
Mark Twain
5.
She wore tight corsets to give her a teeny waist - I helped her lace them up - but they had the effect of causing her to faint. Mom called it the vapors and said it was a sign of her high breeding and delicate nature. I thought it was a sign that the corset made it hard to breathe.
Jeannette Walls
6.
The curse of marriage
That we can call these delicate creatures ours
And not their appetites!
William Shakespeare
7.
The Ignis Fatuus is a vapor shining without heat.
Isaac Newton
8.
The theory of interest was wrapped in utter obscurity, until Hume and Smith dispelled the vapor.
Jean-Baptiste Say
9.
To the children and the innocent it's all the same.
Jack Kerouac
10.
Those who have nothing else to recommend them to the respect of others but only their blood, cry it up at a great rate, and have their mouth perpetually full of it. They swell and vapor, and you are sure to hear of their families and relations every third word.
Pierre Charron
11.
The received image of a writer is that of an unproductive sensitive who suffers from the vapors, is enslaved by his gonads, falls victim to romantic swoons and passes out at deadlines.
George V. Higgins
13.
(Djinn are essentially vapor.) "I blew him away.
Rachel Caine
14.
But in my life, in my personality, there is an essence of falseness and insincerity. A thin, fine vapor of fraud hangs always over me and dampens and injures some things in me that I value.
Mary MacLane
15.
Newspapers . . . serve as chimnies to carry off noxious vapors and smoke.
Thomas Jefferson
16.
He rocked in the swells, floating like the first germ of life adrift on the earth's cooling seas, formless macule of plasm trapped in a vapor drop and all creation yet to come.
Cormac McCarthy
17.
I softly sink into the bath of sleep: With eyelids shut, I see around me close The mottled, violet vapors of the deep, That wraps me in repose.
J. G. Holland