Quotes About Desert

It gets cold in the desert at night, particularly up in the mountains; the stars hammer on the rock and strike frost.

Dawn rose from the desert and turned the river to wine

Prophets had come from the desert, radiant, beautiful and terrible. Prophets and demons.

I have come back into the desert in sore need of the disciplines I once learned here, things which fail me from lack of practice.

Her land was warn and this land was cold, but this cold land became her land, and its ways, her ways, because she could recall no others. Only the pride she kept, the heritage which was somehow part of her bones and could not desert her.

At midday, beaten almost flat by the hammer of the sun, the desert lay in the perfect imitation of one near death. A deception. Life lurked and thrived in its own way just beneath the skin of the desert. Husks, buried shards, last treasures, veins of water, and magic. While at dusk, the dying thing would rise and shake itself, and stretch to receive the cold balm of the stars.

Joshua trees, he said. This is the only place in the world they live. And they live hundreds of years. The Mormons called them that. They drove out in their wagons to California and suddenly saw all of these and said they looked like Joshua, his arms up, welcoming them to the Promised Land.

The desert is often the locus of prophecies because it naturally offers to the human gaze the horizons of the infinite.

a one hump camel makes a one hump poop, and a two hump camel makes a two hump poop

I've always wanted to go to the desert. It's so vast. Uncaring of the rest of the world. It's just there, no matter what else happens. Golden sands and towering rocks. Coyotes that roam the land, free.

it. My wife is the jewel of the desert, the light that guides my heart through the darkness when I grow tired of waiting for the end.

Life is being dreamed. An old mirage while we live in the desert.

And a thought spoke quietly from under that thought, there is no God. God is a pattern we impose on chaos. Just like beauty. Saying, there, look at that one. God is not there. Nor beauty. He's over there, look. The red can cupping the sliver coin of light. God's beauty. In the desert of salt that we can't see at all, that surrounds us.

My two great loves are physics and New Mexico. It's a pity they can't be combined.

The desert feels Irish in a way - lonely and barren.

I felt alone out there, like I was on a desert island. I felt like Gilligan.

Let me tell you something about Moses," she would say, not with total originality, and be quoted in The New York Times. "He took us forty years through the desert in order to bring us to the one spot in the Middle East that has no oil.

The desert's illimitable freedom," the officer murmured, as he poured out Simon's whiskey. "It's not altogether her fault, Mr. Jackson. It's these damned novelists. Every novel written about the desert should be censored by the police.

The true call of the desert, of the mountains, or the sea, is their silence—free of the networks of dead speech.

We must go out into a desert of some kind (your backyard will do) and come into a personal experience of the awesome love of God.

For Foucauld and the Little Brothers, life in the desert was not a flight from the world but rather a school of love and prayer to learn to enter more deeply into humanity. Their goal was to shout the gospel not so much with their mouths as with their lives.

I've had some mighty mean moments afore I kem to this spot,-- Lost on the plains in '50, drowned almost, and shot; But out on this alkali desert, a hunting a crazy wife, Was ra'ly as on-satis-factory as anything in my life.

The great illusion of leadership is to think that man can be led out of the desert by someone who has never been there. Our lives are filled with examples which tell us that leadership asks for understanding and that understanding requires sharing.

But there are many other voices, voices that are loud, full of promises and very seductive. These voices say, "Go out and prove that you are worth something." Soon after Jesus had heard the voice calling him the Beloved, he was led to the desert to hear those other voices. They told him to prove that he was worth love in being successful, popular, and powerful. Those same voices are not unfamiliar to me. They