Quotes About Desert

You never talk of likelihoods on Arrakis. You speak only of possibilities.

Something compelling and attractive surrounded walking anonymously at night in the streets of Arrakeen.

She rides the sandworm of space! She guides through all storms Into the land of gentle winds. Though we sleep by the snake's den, She guards our dreaming sould. Shunning the desert heat, She hides us in a cool hollow. The gleaming of her white teeth Guides us in the night. By the braids of her hair We are lifted to heaven! Sweet fragrance, flower-scented, Surrounds us in her presence.

The Fremen! They're paying the Guild for privacy, paying in a coin that's freely available to anyone with desert power—spice.

off in strata of porous rock by the leathery half-plant, half-animal little makers—and

There's another thing, Jessica thought. Paul must be cautioned about their women. One of these desert women would not do as wife to a Duke. As concubine, yes, but not as wife.

Paul stepped past her, lifting his binoculars. He adjusted their internal pressure with a quick twist, focused the oil lenses on the other cliff, lifting golden tan in morning light across open sand. Jessica

When you live upon Arrakis," she had said, "khala, the land is empty. The moons will be your friends, the sun your enemy.

The sandy juice of his fears could not be avoided.

Maker—their word for worm

And that day dawned when Arrakis lay at the hub of the universe with the wheel poised to spin.

Usul gives moisture to the dead!

Our supremacy on Caladan," the Duke said, "depended on sea and air power. Here, we must develop something I choose to call desert power.

Arrakis - Dune - Desert Planet

Arrakis, the planet known as Dune, is forever his place.

There is enough water! But Kynes doesn't wish it to be known.

She hated the water then, inspired by the worm's fear. Water, once the spirit-soul of Arrakis, had become a poison. Water brought pestilence. Only the desert was clean.

With a Fremen suit in good working order, you won't lose more than a thimbleful of moisture a day—even if you're caught in the Great Erg.

The Fremen must be brave to live at the edge of that desert. By all accounts. They compose poems to their knives.

polish comes from the cities, wisdom from the desert.

You see me, Father? I am a desert creature.

Arrakis has it's own way determining who wears the mantle of authority,' Kynes said.

You'll acquire the blue eyes and a callus beside your lovely nose from the filter tube to your stillsuit.

Below her, a Fremen work gang appeared. They climbed to the sietch's middle entrance, and she saw that they had muddy feet. Fremen with muddy feet!