Quotes About Desert

Haven't written here in several days, I don't know how many: All the days seem like one. All the days have one color—yellow, like parched, fiery sand. And there isn't a shred of shade, nor a drop of water, and no end of the yellow sand.

In reply to Roman peace offers, the chieftain Calgacus called the Romans 'the ruffians of the world', and said that 'to plunder, slaughter and robbery they give the lying name of empire; they make a desert and call it peace'.2

Buddha sitting under the Bodhi tree and Jesus wrestling with demons in the desert are symbolic of the same drama of the soul that you were born to repeat.

Forget jumping grains of sand—that was enough energy to displace a chunk of desert.

Ida Noddack's theories and Lise Meitner's explanations had resulted in a chain reaction of their own, science colliding with military and industry, splitting into compartmentalized and mobilized units, each moving along its own trajectory, ready to make sand jump in the desert.

You should carry the monastery in yourself. The desert is within you. The desert calls you and draws you back. . . . Truly, I prepare you for solitude. —C.G. Jung , The Red Book

Sok esemény az életben lehet hasonlítani az egyre távolodó délibáb, hogy mindig megtéveszteni az utazó a sivatagban. Néha futni után csábító vonzó álmok a reményben, ?ket, de mindhiába. egy bizonyos szakaszában, ráj.

Without music, life is a journey through a desert.

I began to settle down. The sun was low, the light rosy, the scrubby flora a parched, iridescent silver. The emptiness of the desert felt biblical, as if nothing had ever happened there—as if all of history were yet to come.

While I was sat there being my usual pessoptimistic self, he was ecstatic: Verdant fields! Green on your right and on your left; green everywhere! We have given life to what was dead. This is why we have named the borders of former Israel the Green Belt. For beyond them lie barren mountains and desert reaches, a wilderness calling out to us, 'Come you tractors of civilisation

Nu poÅ£i urma decât un singur drum odat?.Åži tot aÅŸa, nu poÅ£i str?bate decât un singur deÅŸert.

Czy w twoim kraju jest pustynia? - Nie. (...) - Wi?c jak sobie radzisz? Zrozumia?em jego pytanie. Znaczy?o: jak sobie radzisz, gdy chcesz porozmy?la?? (...) W odpowiedzi pokaza?em mu niebo... Zrozumia? i u?miechn?? si?, uspokojony: mia?em swoj? cz??? pustyni!

In a road-mender's hut near Vézelay they found a message scrawled on the wall: "La vie est un desert, la femme un chameau. Pour voir le desert il faut monter sur le chameau." ("Life is a desert, woman is a camel. If you want to see the desert you have to ride the camel.")

God, she was beautiful - my first image of the Orient - a woman such as only the desert poet knew how to praise: her face was the sun, her hair the protecting shadow, her eyes fountains of cool water, her body the most slender of palm-trees and her smile a mirage.

Something happened here. A change. Stealthy, creeping, slow. Like the way the desert is gradually covering the plain, one grain of sand at a time. It took place without us even noticing, so that the moment when we might have resisted passed unremarked.

Constance threw the rock out into the desert, where it probably continued in a short, shallow orbit around the earth until it reached Canada. Oregon at the very least.

I could retire," he said, as though to himself. "That would be good. I could retire, and the wife and I could move to a desert island, and—" "Doc?

About the only thing camels and horses have in common, sir, is that people ride them.

For Luke, Isaiah's proclamation has new meaning: The "Lord" for Luke is Jesus of Nazareth, and the "way" to be prepared is not a literal highway in the desert, but the new movement that called itself not "Christian" but followers of "the Way" (see Acts 9:2).

This was a watering place, perhaps a never-ceasing watering place—and to his desert-born-and-bred race all water was a spirit gift never to be taken for granted.

Lo sai perchè su di te soffia il ghibli? Perchè tu sei il deserto. Il vento fa scomparire le orme appena stampate sul tuo corpo. Non credere che queste mie parole siano dettate da rancore, gelosia o altro. Nascono solo dal bene che ti ho voluto. Ti auguro non che tu possa trovare la felicità, ma che nel tuo deserto possa accadere il miracolo di un'oasi. Addio, Laura

I used to sleep in the desert once every week, now it is every two weeks, most of the time alone. It's beautiful. What I enjoy is taking my food and cooking for myself.

I want to make sound effects for biomes. If you're walking along a river you hear the water, then in the forest you hear birds, but as night comes in, it becomes kind of weird, you can walk through a desert, a swamp, and the sounds merge and change with you.

Well it seems to me, that all real communities grow out of a shared confrontation with survival. Communities are not produced by sentiment or mere goodwill. They grow out of a shared struggle. Our situation in the desert is an incubator for community.