Quotes About Earth

Many seeds had fallen in the stony places of his spirit, to spring luxuriantly up into stalky plants and wither again because they had no deepness of earth; many had been sown there and had died, since his mother scattered the seeds of the wild flowers

He was a philosopher, if you know what that was.' 'A man who dreams of fewer things than there are in heaven and earth,' said the Savage promptly.

He was a philosopher, if you know what that was.' 'A man who dreams of fewer things than there are in heaven and earth

Bu adam bir düÅŸünürdü,eÄŸer düÅŸünürün anlam?n? biliyorsan?z. VahÅŸi haz?rcevap bir biçimde Yeryüzü ve gökyüzündeki ÅŸeylerden daha az?n? hayal eden biri. dedi.

comment savez-vous si la terre n'est pas l'enfer d'une autre planète

Da, e lucru îngrozitor s? cazi în mâinile r?ului reîncarnat. - Atunci, întreab? doctorul Poole, de ce continuaÈ›i s?-L veneraÈ›i? - De ce arunci mâncare unui tigru care mâr?ie?Ca s? câÈ™tigi un moment de respiro. Ca s? amâni oroarea inevitabilului, fie È™i pentru câteva minute. ?i pe P?mânt e la fel ca-n Iad - dar cel puÈ›in eÈ™ti tot pe P?mânt.

Forse la terra è l'inferno di un altro pianeta.

The gravitation of sin to sorrow is as certain as that of the earth to the sun...

Their Ethiop wives—sleek wineskins of black silk, Jellied and huge from drinking asses' milk Through years of tropical idleness, to pray For offspring (whom he ever sent away With prayers unanswered, lest their ebon race Might breed and blacken the earth's comely face).

All philosophies and all religions—what are they but spiritual Tubes bored through the universe! Through these narrow tunnels, where all is recognisably human, one travels comfortable and secure, contriving to forget that all round and below and above them stretches the blind mass of earth, endless and unexplored.

The most delicious sensation of all is the re-birth of healthy human love. Spring coming back to Earth!

The man of earth is the adherent. The lover giveth his life unto the work among men. The hermit goeth solitary, and giveth only of his light unto men.

When we've all finished talking, there's something that never utters a word, but goes right down through the earth, plumb to the centre.

Hemos removido la tierra de una forma tan violenta que hemos vuelto a despertar la crueldad de los niños

I have a great sense of Stuart and silence on these nights. The village, wrapped in sleep; owls glide between the yew trees, badgers poddle across the graves. Then Stuart, cleaving the peacefulness. All people, gone. No educational experts, medical specialists, bullies, policemen. His mother's disapproval, hot on his heels, runs out of breath after half a mile. It is Stuart and the earth, just those two.

It is the search for beauty...That is what it is. We find ourselves on this earth--gods and men--and we know that it is beautiful. That is one of the few things we understand--beauty; because it is there, in the world, and we can see it all about us. We want beauty. It requires our love. It just does.

A traditional house smelled of wood smoke, the earth, and of thatch; all good smells, the smell of life itself.

We were tiny creatures, really; tiny and afraid, trying to hold our place on the little platform that was our earth. So while the world about us might seem so solid, so permanent, it was not really. We were all at the mercy of chance, no matter how confident we felt, hostages to our own human frailty.

What we have, we all must lose—that applied to everything, even to that which we thought we had the greatest right. We were tenants of this earth—nothing more.

We change the earth and our changes may only be temporary; yet the signs of what we have done may persist, as these mounds did.

Another marathon was on; a rerun surely, there couldn't be this many marathons going on all the time anywhere on Earth.

It's the centuries, Scarlett darling. All the life lived there, all the joy and all the sorrow, all the feasts and battles, they're in the air around and the land beneath you. It's time, years beyond our counting weighing without weight on the earth. You cannot see it or smell it or hear it or touch it, but you feel it brushing your skin and speaking without sound. Time. And mystery.

I have been taken by Satan into the highest mountain in the earth, and when there he said he to me, 'Child of earth, what wouldst thou have to make thee adore me?' I replied, 'Listen, I wish to be Providence myself, for I feel that the most beautiful, noblest, most sublime thing in the world, is to recompense and punish.

But you are quite of opinion, are you not, that Heaven will avenge me, d'Artagnan? And I know some persons on earth who will lend a helping hand, said the captain.