Quotes About Fields

Stars are the daisies that begem The blue fields of the sky.

Very pretty walk across the fields, church bells in the distance play hymns slightly out of tune. Find that Lady M. was donor of bells (fortunately before I remarked upon their dissonance).

Veterans are some of the best workers, and with the right training and support they can help meet the growing demand for jobs in a broad range of technical fields that many employers are struggling to fill.

Hemp has the potential to be a major boon to Colorado agriculture, giving farmers another viable and profitable option for their fields.

Uncultivated minds are not full of wild flowers, like uncultivated fields. Villainous weeds grow in them, and they are full of toads.

So he sat and listened to pigeons talking, till it seemed to him they were trying to lull the restlessness of Earth, and thought that they might by drowsy incantation be putting some spell against time, through which it could not come to harm their nests; for the power of time was not made clear to him yet and he knew not yet that nothing in our fields has the strength to hold out against time.

He was staring off across the long broad fields, raising his eyes above the red clay soil to the horizon, looking across the fiery-red plains of Hell with its endless gauntlet of dead-brown imps---the cotton, the cotton, cotton, cotton---closing his eyes to them and seeing only the horizon and its towering ranks of derricks. Steel giants, snorting and chuckling amongst themselves; sneering wonderingly at the cotton and the bent-backed pigmies admist it. Huffing and puffing and belching up gold.

When I was a girl, the crows knew when I was on my way to chase them from the fields, and how long I'd stay once I got there. They would bide their time, keeping me in sight until I'd completed my rounds. Then they'd descend on our fields. But their feet limit them from eating foods with hard shells. They are nowhere near as dexterous, or as smart, as parrots.

William got up and went over to the window. Outside, the autumn fields lay pleasingly striped with stubble and speckled with partridges.

For all fields, and especially architecture, comprise two aspects: that which is signified and that which signifies it. [... ] Therefore it is evident that a man who wants to proclaim himself an architect must be proficient with regards to both aspects.

Here lies W. C. Fields. I would rather be living in Philadelphia.

As mile by mile is seen No trespasser's reproach, And love's best glasses reach No fields but are his own.

All through the dark the wind looks for the grief it belongs to but there was no place for that any more I have looked too and seen only the nameless hunger watching us out of the stars ancestor and the black fields —W.S. Merwin, "Night Wind" The Second Four Books of Poems . (Copper Canyon Press, 1992)

The mown grass is growing again nearly to our knees; we will take a second crop of hay from this field, rich and green and starred with moon daisies, buttercups and the bright, blowsy heads of poppies.

their fields. They will be free

What can be said about those fields? There were blackbirds circling above their own shadows, and beneath them the cows stood around smelling one another's butts.

If I know a song of Africa, of the giraffe and the African new moon lying on her back, of the plows in the fields and the sweaty faces of the coffee pickers, does Africa know a song of me? Will the air over the plain quiver with a color that I have had on, or the children invent a game in which my name is, or the full moon throw a shadow over the gravel of the drive that was like me, or will the eagles of the Ngong Hills look out for me?

In the city fields Contemplating cherry-trees... Strangers are like friends

Many fields have explored the nature of mental life—from psychology to philosophy, literature

The burdens of generations of poverty and powerlessness lie heavy in the fields of America. If we fail, there are those who will see violence as the shortcut to change.

On the farm, in our first-floor bedroom, my sister and I were sheltered in the essence of normal. We were not hidden, but unseen. The orange farmhouse was our castle, our kingdom the fields around, and the shallow creek that bisected our property the sea we crossed to find adventure.

This is all a tale of an older world and a forgotten countryside. At this moment of time change has come; a screaming line of steel runs through the heather of no-man's-land, and the holiday-maker claims the valleys for his own. But this busyness is but of yesterday, and not ten years ago the fields lay quiet to the gaze of placid beasts and the wandering stars. This story I have culled from the grave of an old fashion, and set down for the love of a great soul and the poetry of life.

They told me to take a streetcar named Desire and then transfer to one called Cemeteries and ride six blocks and get off at - Elysian Fields!

Nothing remains but desire, and desire comes howling down Elysian Fields like a mistral.