Quotes About Valley

I missed home like the ache of hunger, something in me left empty. I'd missed it every day since we crossed out of the valley, going over the mountains. Roots—yes. There were roots in my heart, as deep as any corruption could go.

I am sick of the quarrels of nations and kings, and I would not give a ha'pence for any empire other than our valley, if that can content your ambition.

I remembered Sarkan in his tower, plucking girls out of the valley, and his coldness when I'd first come, as though he couldn't remember how to think and feel like an ordinary person.

Our Dragon doesn't eat the girls he takes, no matter what stories they tell outside our valley.

The wind carves sand into shapes Endless the fresh designs, Wind and ice patient beyond telling. Ice can tip mountains over, Ice the giant beyond measure. And the sun governs valley lights, Transforms hats into shoes and back again Before we are through any long looking.

George received permission to go, then Bess called her house. Mrs. Marvin said her daughter might accompany Nancy, and added that if Mr. Drew had not already chosen a place for them to stay, she would recommend the Long View Motel on top of the hill overlooking Deep River and the valley.

The world seemed a bad and terrible place, all its denizens suspect, and I the lamb wandering through the valley of death with a bell around my neck.

Here, in the valley, the world seems to be constructed upon a smaller and more delicate scale...

Tuttavia era in quella valle che il suo dolore aveva preso forma e Tess non l'amava più come in passato; la bellezza per lei, come per tutti quelli che hanno esperienza, non stava nelle cose, ma in ciò che le cose simboleggiavano.

I am earth, earth My heart's love Bursts with hay and flowers. I am a lake of blue air In which my own appointed place Field and valley Stand reflected

There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet.

Palo Alto, California.

spread back down over the earth and swallow up the ugly little nests of human beings what'd sprung up in the river valley.

Application is what gets the Sermon off the Mount, and down in the valley where the toilers live out their days.

llegado al valle del Río Americano

If you go back to the '50s and '60s... there was zero tech in S.F. It was all in the Valley... and it crept northward in early 2000s.

So that day, in music assembly, the teacher asked who knew the valley song. Your hand shot right up in the air. She stood you up on a stool and had you sing it for us. And I swear, every bird outside the windows fell silent...and right when your song ended, I knew - just like your mother - I was a goner.

Our rocky ledge overlooking the valley. Perhaps a little less green than usual, but the blackberry bushes hang heavy with fruit. Here began countless days of hunting and snaring, fishing and gathering, roaming together through the woods, unloading our thoughts while we filled our game bags. This was the doorway to both sustenance and sanity. And we were each other's key.

From this place, we are invisible but have a clear view of the valley, which is teeming with summer life, greens to gather, roots to dig, fish iridescent in the sunlight. The day is glorious, with a blue sky and soft breeze. The food's wonderful, with the cheese seeping into the warm bread and the berries bursting in our mouths.

slavery was part of the furniture of daily life—at that time almost every minister, usually the most important man in town, had one or two. About 8 percent of the inhabitants of the main street of Deerfield, one of the bigger villages in the valley, were African slaves.

There in the highlands, clear weather held for much of the time. The air lacked its usual haze, and the view stretched on and on across rows of blue mountains, each paler than the last until the final ranks were indistinguishable from the sky. It was as if all the world might be composed of nothing but valley and ridge.

Chet Cunningham

the Roanoke valley where mountains hold the breath of the dead between them and lift from each morning a fresh bandage of mist.

For singing till his heaven fills,'Tis love of earth that he instills,And ever winging up and up,Our valley is his golden cup,And he the wine which over flowsTo lift us with him as he goes.