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A gray day provides the best light. -- Leonardo da Vinci
Gray day. Everything is gray. I watch. But nothing moves today. -- Dr. Seuss
Electricity, the peril the wind sings to in the wires on a gray day. -- Janet Frame
We must learn to live in the ordinary 'gray' day according to what we saw on the mountain. -- Oswald Chambers
Dreams are the eraser dust I blow off my page. They fade into the emptiness, another dark gray day. Dreams are only memories of the plans I had back then. Dreams are eraser dust and now I use a pen. -- Edgar Allan Poe
Once out of all the gray days of my life I have looked into the heart of reality; I have witnessed the truth; I have seen life as it really is-ravishingly, ecstatically, madly beautiful, and filled to overflowing with a wild joy, and a value unspeakable. -- Margaret Prescott Montague
The wind comes creeping, it calls to me to come go exploring. It sings of the things that are to be found under the leaves. It whispers the dreams of the tall fir trees. It does pipe the gentle song the forest sings on gray days. I hear all the voices calling me. I listen. But I cannot go. -- Opal Whiteley
If a man does not die of a wound, then it heals in some fashion, and so it is with loss. From the sharp pain of immediate berevement, both the Prince and I passed into the gray days of numb bewilderment and waiting. So grief has always seemed to me, a time of waiting not for the hurt to pass, but to become accustomed to it. -- Robin Hobb
There were days, rainy gray days, when the streets of Brooklyn were worthy of a photograph, every window the lens of a Leica, the view grainy and immoble. We gathered our colored pencils and sheets of paper and drew like wild, feral children into the night, until, exhausted, we fell into bed. We lay in each other's arms, still awkward but happy, exchanging breathless kisses into sleep. -- Patti Smith
I like these cold, gray winter days. Days like these let you savor a bad mood. -- Bill Watterson
Good digestions, the gray monotony of provincial life, and the boredom-ah the soul-destroying boredom-of long days of mild content. -- Jean-Paul Sartre
God's word is tailor-made for gray-slush days. It sends a beam of light through the fog. It signals safety when we fear we'll never make it through. -- Charles R. Swindoll

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