Quotes About Fields

Rather than organize the workers and the factories, the peasants and the fields and the farms, they would organize the intellectuals and the academy, the artists and the media and the film industry. These would be the conveyor belts to deliver the fundamental transformation.

many a woman would have let her mind lie idle while she worked in the fields, but I have ever seen this difference between you and other women, that your mind cannot be idle, and I say I never know what is coming out of you. And so I never tire of you, old woman.

In the great cities, winter glitters with art and feasting. But poetry, the country cousin, sees only the dearth of the fields.

In 1974, the basin—really a collection of several different giant oil fields—reached its peak, providing almost a quarter of total U.S. oil supplies.7

In 1974, the basin—really a collection of several different giant oil fields—reached its peak, providing almost a quarter of total U.S. oil supplies.7 But thereafter output in the Permian began a precipitous decline, hitting a low point in 2007.

In the changing of the times," Abe wrote to one of his students, "they were like autumn lightning, a thing out of season, an empty promise of rain that would fall unheeded on fields already bare.

Gender consciousness has become involved in almost every intellectual field: history, literature, science, anthropology. There's been an extraordinary advance.

I had almost no background for the work in computer science, artificial intelligence, and cognitive psychology...Interdisciplinary adventure is easiest in new fields.

I wish I could divorce you," George says. "I wish you had a pre-contract, but Jesus, no chance of that, the fields were black with men running in the other direction." Monseigneur holds up a hand. "Please.

I am the fiery life of the essence of God; I am the flame above the beauty in the fields; I shine in the waters; I burn in the sun, the moon, and the stars. And with the airy wind, I quicken all things vitally by an unseen, all-sustaining life.

My life is a wasted thing, My garden and fields have long been buried under weeds. What am I to do so late in my years But sing away and let alone the imperial gate of gold?

Somewhere, things must be beautiful and vivid. Somewhere else, life has to be beautiful and vivid and rich. Not like this muted palette -a pale blue bedroom, washed out sunny sky, dull green yellow brown of the fields. Here, I know ever twist of every road, every blade of grass, every face in this town, and I am suffocating.

My interest in economics has always been in the whole corpus of economic theory, the interrelationships between the various fields of theory and their relevance for the formulation of economic policy.

But it rained all the time, fog covered the fields, and by then he was reading Tolstoy. There were some books that reached through the noise of life to grab you by the collar and speak only of the truest things. A Confession was a book like that.

I think there are multiple studies now to demonstrate that diversity, a better balance between genders, but also between different fields as well, is actually conducive to better growth, better bottom line, better results.

It's so busy in London, and I'm used to the countryside, fields, family, the horses and stuff.

That prudery which survives youth and beauty resembles a scarecrow left in the fields after harvest.

I commonly went ashore every day, either upon business, or to recreate myself in the fields, which were very pleasant, and the more for a shower of rain now and then, that ushers in the wet season.

In the first quarter of 2015, it is necessary to explain to the population and business what fields will be supported by the state

In the fields of observation chance favors only those minds which are prepared.

The building appears to be locked still into the early nineteenth century (…) There is sits, ticked snug into the fields. It could have simply grown of its own accord, you feel - made from the very bones of this land. It is an emancipation of a time and a place. The truth is that World's End is suspended in this landscape like a space capsule (…)

His Holiness the Abbot is shitting in the withered fields

And slowly the snow began to melt. First, doing a number on children's constructions; Then retreating to the foundations of barns and other buildings. Mangy grass poked through the receding snow. Patches of white were swallowed up in the till of the fields. New shapes emerged. Areas of the forest became INACCESSIBLE now that the snow no longer weighed down the weeds and brier. ...Nothing fits together anymore.

Even relationships can be analyzed through energetic means. Using Kirlian photography, investigators have shown that the fields of close friends are brighter and more connected than those of strangers. The fields of people thinking loving thoughts or kissing are also bright and interconnected, while those thinking unpleasant thoughts are separate. And when we are friendly, people notice, because our coronas are bigger than those of strict people, who have narrow fields.[7]