Quotes About Desert

Moonflowers blossom in the sand hills before dawn, just as I followed him.

The ideal symbolic site indeed for the new pyramids is, as originally at Los Alamos, the desert, for that is the ultimate environment, done over and more perfectly sterilized by the machine process, which corresponds to the ideology itself.

It seems obvious when you think about it. We evolved in nature, and our spiritual feelings of oneness and worship come from nature. All of the world religions were founded in rural settings. Judaism, Christianity, and Islam were born in the desert, where the herding of sheep and the cultivation of grain

Ray Bradbury has a vacation house in Palm Springs, California, in the desert at the base of the Santa Rosa mountains. It's a Rat Pack-era affair, with a chrome-and-turquoise kitchen and a small swimming pool in back.

I think its really matured a lot. I like the fact that there is now more to do there than gamble, since I don't do a lot of that. The people are great. I seldom have time for vacations and when I do I prefer the beach instead of the desert.

Before I lived in America, my husband and I did a Californian road trip. We took a month, starting off in L.A. I love the landscapes of California: one moment you're in the desert, the next you're up in the Napa Valley or by the water in Big Bear.

My favorite place to go is Zabriskie Point in Death Valley. If you see it at sunrise and sunset, it's like you're on Mars.

To hike out alone in the desert; to sleep on the valley floor on a night with no moon, in the pitch black, just listening to the boom of silence: you can't imagine what that's like.

I had to live in the desert before I could understand the full value of grass in a green ditch.

IN 1992 HUNTER reappeared with a rambling outburst of violent behavior, "Fear and Loathing in Elko," set in the small Nevada desert town where we had held our secret political summit a decade earlier.

BURNING MAN WAS not on my radar. Taking drugs twenty-four hours a day with thousands of people in the windblown desert a hundred miles outside of Reno, Nevada, was not on my bucket list, more like my fuck-it list.

The skylines lit up at dead of night, the air-conditioning systems cooling empty hotels in the desert and artificial light in the middle of the day all have something both demented and admirable about them. The mindless luxury of a rich civilization, and yet of a civilization perhaps as scared to see the lights go out as was the hunter in his primitive night.

Desert is simply that: an ecstatic critique of culture, an ecstatic form of disappearance.

Then he pointed to the top of the fire, where the snapping yellow flames dissolved into an invisible shimmery heat that made the desert beyond seem to waver, like a mirage. Dad told us that zone was known in physics as the boundary between turbulence and order. "It's a place where no rules apply, or at least they haven't figured 'em out yet," he said. "You-all got a little too close to it today.

She loved the dry, crackling heat, the way the sky at sunset looked like a sheet of fire, and the overwhelming emptiness and severity of all that open land that had once been a huge ocean bed.

It's the Joshua tree's struggle that gives it its beauty.

Like all dry-country people, Leaphorn enjoyed rain—that rare, longed for, refreshing blessing that made the desert bloom and life possible.

Here we go round the prickly pear Prickly pear prickly pear Here we go round the prickly pear . . .

She spent the rest of the morning flying out into the desert, chasing down a desert fox (who escaped into a hole and was kind of too cute to eat anyway), and then catching a large white bird in midair and eating that instead. She also set fire to a tall cactus because it was giving her a superior look and she felt like it.

She spent the rest of the morning flying out into the desert, chasing down a desert fox (who escaped into a hole and was kind of too cute to eat anyway),

A gust of wind lifted a spray of sand and danced it across the dunes.

Maybe they have wonderful desert animals for sale!" Wren laughed.

Please don't come back with a pet camel," she said. "And don't make friends with any scorpions! Also snakes; snakes are bad, try to remember that.

A chill like midnight in the desert slithered down Six-Claws's spine. He watched the crowd part around Princess Blister as she stepped forward. Her obsidian-black eyes raked over Six-Claws. He could practically see her mind analyzing him and fitting him into a category — something like Irksome Nuisance or Idiot Who Ruined My Plan.