Quotes About Desert

The field of the soul must be watered by the rain with tears of love; otherwise it will become a desert.

A thousand fantasiesBegin to throng into my memory,Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire,And airy tongues that syllable men's namesOn sands and shores and desert wildernesses.

Saudi Arabia went from a backward desert kingdom to a world power, beginning in 1933, with the discovery of vast oil fields in the eastern flat lands of the peninsula. Standard Oil of California briefly owned the oil concession, assigning it to a venture that eventually was named ARAMCO (Arabian American Oil Company).

The Lebanese flag has a cedar tree on it because much of what is now desert was thickly forested before the harbingers of civilization--i.e., woodcutters, farmers, and goats--saw to it that large stands of cedar will never grace the Holy Land again. The stark and sere limestone hills that we think of as typical Greek and Italian landscape were once all but invisible beneath a layer of long-gone topsoil held in place by forests of cedar and oak.

A rose-red city half as old as time.

It was the force of a public tragedy he felt, a horror and a woe so all-pervasive that private tragedies and personal misfortunes were removed to another state of being, yet were intensified by the very vastness in which they took place, as the poignancy of a lone grave might be intensified by a great desert surrounding it.

That would be a slow and cruel death," said Gebe Meskal quietly. "He may survive a week on such a regime, but so little of a skin is not sufficient water for a man laboring in the desert." Telemakos said through his teeth, "It is for a child.

The sky was a hundred shades of blue, studded with clouds that hung miles above the desert floor, their tops glowing a warm, luminous peach, like whipped cream lit from within.

The wind had flung the sand thirty thousand feet into the sky above the desert in a blinding cloud from the Niger to the Nile, and somewhere in it was the airplane.

Her shadow crossed the dunes, smaller now. Ahead lay the south desert, limitless. Soon she turned slowly, with the sun swinging across the port wing-tip, and headed west as they had planned.

Out of the desert came seven men, and a monkey.

There was too much talk and most of it unnecessary and most of it lying. Alone on the desert he felt he could reach to something, something he could never get to anywhere else, something that belonged to the beginning and made everything else that happened in between of no importance.

Then the stars went out, for the bark of Ra, in fiery splendor, burst out of the East. Sunshine flooded the wide desert and the long, green valley of the Nile. The night was over; a new day had dawned for the land of Egypt.

The truly solitary being is not the man who is abandoned by men, but the man who suffers in their midst, who drags his desert through the marketplace and deploys his talents as a smiling leper, a mountebank of the irreparable. The great solitaries were happy in the old days, knew nothing of duplicity, had nothing to hide: they conversed only with their own solitude.

Lucidity is the only vice which makes us free—free in a desert.

Lucidity is the only vice which make us free - free in a desert.

The Empire was falling, the Barbarians were on the move.... What was to be done, except to escape the age? Happy moment, when there is still somewhere to go, when the empty places were accessible and welcoming! We have been dispossessed of everything, even the desert.

El ser verdaderamente solitario no es el que ha sido abandonado por los hombres, sino el que sufre en medio de ellos, el que arrastra su desierto en las ferias y despliega sus talentos de leproso sonriente, de comediante de lo irreparable. Los grandes solitarios de antaño eran felices, no conocían el doblez, no tenían nada que ocultar: no se relacionaban más que con su propia soledad…

Until the Desert knowsThat Water growsHis Sands sufficeBut let him once suspectThat Caspian FactSahara dies.

In the desert there is everything and nothing-- God without mankind.

No desert waste is lonelier than I. The arid pain of Love has burned me dry.

Now we can cross the Shifting Sands.

From the desert I come to theeOn a stallion shod with fire,And the winds are left behindIn the speed of my desire.

It seemed that rebellion must have an unassailable base, something guarded not merely from attack, but from the fear of it: such a base as we had in the Red Sea Parts, the desert, or in the minds of the men we converted to our creed.