Quotes About Desert

Like many insane people, his insanity might be measured by the things he was not aware of the great desert tracts in his consciousness.

I met Pendragon when I made the journey to the far desert. He is from the tribe known as...as... Loor was scrambling. Bokka didn't know about the Travelers. I had to bail her out. Yankees, I said. The Yankees tribe. Hey, what can I say? It was the first thing that came to mind. It's a strong tribe, I added. Respected by all...except for our mortal enemies, the Sox tribe. They hate us. Especially the Red ones. Cannibals. Nasty characters.

all in all, we black men seem the sole oasis of simple faith and reverence in a dusty desert of dollars and smartness.

Sometimes I knew in all my mind and heart why I had done what I had done, and I welcomed the sacrifice. But there were times too when I lived in a desert and felt no joy and saw no hope and could not remember my old feelings. Then I lived by faith alone, faith without hope. What good did I get from it? I got to have love in my heart.

Sometimes I knew in all my mind and heard why I had done what I had done, and I welcomed the sacrifice. But there were times too when I lived in a desert and felt no joy and saw no hope and could not remember my old feelings. Then I lived by faith alone, faith without hope. What good did I get from it? I got to have love in my heart.

I love the distant glow in the nighttime desert sky like a worn yellow spot in the dark everything might still slip through — Charlie Smith, from section 1 "Outside Las Vegas" of "Late Days," Jump Soul: New and Selected Poems (W. W. Norton & Co., 2014)

In moments among my various agonies, I noticed the beauty that surrounded me, the wonder of things both small and large: the color of a desert flower that brushed against me on the trail or the grand sweep of the sky as the sun faded over the mountains.

The desert sunset clouds exhale pink puffs of dusky smoke.

You and I are a deep well of love in the desert of life.

He is not pestered by the banal desires common to all men; he is tempted by the greatest, the most momentous, messianic temptations; they must be met and overcome in the desert where Israel experienced them and later succumbed.

Without water the desert was worthless. With water the productive possibilities of that great territory were enormous. Without Capital the water could not be had. Therefore Capital was master of the situation and, by controlling the water, could exact royal tribute from the wealth of the land.

I was born and raised in the high desert of Nevada in a tiny town called Searchlight. My dad was a hard rock miner. My mom took in wash. I grew up around people of strong values - even if they rarely talked about them.

Your love satisfies me like a desert of oasiss.

Josh wanted to tell her what he knew: that love might look like a shore but turn out to be a desert island, where you roamed alone, talking to yourself, trying to crack open coconuts with your shoe. So thirsty you drank the salt water. So hungry you ate the sand.

The Talmud expresses this lovely thought: "God found the Jews as one finds grapes in the desert.

Many a flower is born to blush unseen,    And waste its fragrance on the desert air.

Oh, the world needs those standing on the Bridge, For they know how Eternity reaches to earth In the wind that brings music to the leaves Of the forest: in the drops of rain that caress The sleeping life of the desert: in the sunbeams Of the first spring day in an alpine meadow. Only they can blow the dust from the seeing eyes Of those who are blind.

My very favorite example of this is the story of Methuselah and Hannah," she said, "two very special date palms. Methuselah was the first to be brought back to life—from one of a number of seeds discovered in King Herod's desert fortress on the shores of the Dead Sea in the Jordan Rift Valley.

Welwitschia mirabilis.

I live in the desert of the heart. I can't love the whole damned world.

The desert seems to me the simple truth about the world.

She drank her juice and coffee as she dressed, feeling reluctant and yet relieved. The desert, a derelict gold-mining town, a day in the heat both bored and frightened her. Wide awake she could not be quite so resolute, but two days in the isolation of her work had made her value human company. She was through with silence and righteous indignation.

The Santa Anas blew in hot from the desert, shriveling the last of the spring grass into whiskers of pale straw. Only the oleanders thrived, their delicate poisonous blooms, their dagger green leaves. We could not sleep in the hot dry nights, my mother and I.

I would rather live out on the desert alone, like an old prospector. All I needed was a small water source. What was the point in such loneliness among people. At least if you were by yourself, you had a good reason to be lonely.