Quotes About Desert

Once again there was the desert, and that only.

Any thoughts of guilt, any feelings of regret, had faded. The desert had baked them out.

The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed. June 19, 1970–April 7, 2004:

Worlds which had trembled for a moment in their orbits now steadied, and in one of those worlds, in a desert that was the apotheosis of all deserts, a man named Roland turned over in his bedroll and slept easily once again beneath the alien constellations.

The man in black fled across the desert and the gunslinger followed.

Under the California desert and subsidized by the taxpayers' money, someone had finally invented a chain letter that really worked. A very lethal chain letter.

El hombre de negro huía a través del desierto, y el pistolero iba en pos de él.

I love Sufism as I love beautiful poetry, but it is not the answer. Sufism is like a mirage in the desert. It says to you, come and sit, relax and enjoy yourself for a while.

I met a lot of great people in Saudi Arabia and I'd like to see them again. And I'd love to spend more time in the desert and in the mountains. I felt really at home there.

I have this personal affinity for the desert. I am fascinated by the desert. I love it.

the modern American, particularly in Texas and the Southwest, talks progressive, but he votes conservative. He assails Washington and all its works, but demands more than his share of federal money; indeed the Southwest only exists at all thanks to federal spending on water projects, without which it would go back to the desert within a year.

Ne viskas turi esm?. Yra aki? be dugno, yra širdži? išsekusi?, kaip sausmedis, ištroškusi?. Tikrov??- miražas dykumoj kartais tikresnis, negu mes patys.

But it is surely no coincidence that Israel became the first – indeed the only – nation in history to receive its laws before its land. A law that could be easily written and read, and that could be transported anywhere, was the expression of the God who was everywhere, in the desert as well as in the land.

Peace and quiet. That's one thing to be said for deserts. They give you a chance to get away from the everyday pressures of life. And when those everyday pressures consist of seven furious djinn and one apperplectic master magician, a few hindered thousand square miles of sand, rock, wind, and desolation is exactly what you need.

To meet so briefly, then to lose you to the desert!' Rising swiftly, she walked to the doors opening to a veranda where she stood gazing at something beyond his vision. 'I hate it. I fear it. It is like the ocean. It takes men and devours them, then flows onward as if they had never been.

How many people are ready to die for beauty, prepared to go through an infernal desert of starvation. Absence of beauty means ultimate loneliness. Absence of beauty means guilt and exile into a no-man's land. Life is an outcast's journey through a gloomy valley, when beauty has forsaken. ("Absence of beauty was like hell").

SANDSTORM—pale ginger she-cat

Earthly love is a brief and penurious stream, which only flows in spring, with a long summer drought. The change from a burning desert, treeless, springless, drear, to green fields and blooming orchards in June, is slight in comparison with that from the desert of this world's affection to the garden of God, where there is perpetual, tropical luxuriance of blessed love.

Very few men acquire wealth in such a manner as to receive pleasure from it. Just as long as there is the enthusiasm of the chase they enjoy it; but when they begin to look around, and think of settling down, they find that that part by which joy enters is dead in them. They have spent their lives in heaping up colossal piles of treasure, which stand, at the end, like the pyramids in the desert sands, holding only the dust of kings.

The high desert landscape of New Mexico is a sparse terrain, bearing the trace of stories long forgotten. It's a good place to study the parlance of wind and flowing water, to ponder ravens on the wing and the play of shadows among the rocks. The land here cuts through you like a knife, enticing you to relinquish one trusted language for another- or for none at all.

I shoulder my pack and hit the trail, realizing I'm being called to a memory deeper than my own, to a language my body has known all along. The desert speaks- out of lifetimes of patience and pain-with a subtle but insistent voice. My role in the Great Conversation isn't finally to understand, only to listen and love.

For the inhabitants of the Great Plains of North America and the desert Southwest, where I now live, Armageddon would be slower to catch up. That apocalypse is always with us: all the joy that I take from this land has been contingent on the destruction of someone else's world.

The desert enforces its own perspective. It shrinks you and puts eternity in the foreground. If you're open to it, and don't mind a diminished role in this drama, it insists, quietly, on the surging beauty of all things and non-things living and dead and not-formally-alive.

One colleague described him thus: "With fierce black eyes and a hawk-like nose, thick well-oiled hair slicked back from a low forehead, he looked like a casting director's ideal choice for a desert sheikh or a slinky tango lizard.