Quotes About Barren

The beginning of spring training each year has always been a moment of hope, a reassurance that the landscape of snow and gray skies and barren trees will soon pass, and the world will again be green.

For truly barren is profane education, which is always in labor but never gives birth. For what fruit worthy of such pangs does philosophy show for being so long in labor? Do not all who are full of wind and never come to term miscarry before they come to the light of the knowledge of God, although they could as well become men if they were not altogether hidden in the womb of barren wisdom?

Truly barren is a secular education. It is always in labor, but never gives birth.

Nothing stirred within his soul but a cold and cruel and loveless lust. His childhood was dead or lost and with it his soul capable of simple joys and he was drifting amid life like the barren shell of the moon.

Planting a flower in the desert takes greater skill than growing a garden in a rain forest.

On a planet where for thousands of years, even today, a woman's worth has been judged exclusively by the productivity of her womb, what the hell is the point of a barren woman?

No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,No comfortable feel in any member—No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds—November!

Where in this pukehole can a man get a drink? he said

That god lives in silence who has scoured the following land with salt and ash.

The stars burned with a lidless fixity and they drew nearer in the night until toward dawn he was stumbling among the whinstones of the uttermost ridge to heaven, a barren range of rock so enfolded in that gaudy house that stars lay awash at his feet and migratory spalls of burning matter crossed constantly about him on their chartless reckonings.

It took two days to cross that ashen scabland. The road beyond ran along the crest of a ridge where the barren woodland fell away on every side. It's snowing, the boy said. He looked at the sky. A single gray flake sifting down. He caught it in his hand and watched it expire there like the last host of christendom.

Lightning stood in ragged chains far to the south, silent, the staccato mountains bespoken blue and barren out of the void.

This is a thirsty country.

Blood. This country is give much blood. This Mexico. This is a thirsty country. The blood of a thousand Christs. Nothing

Nothing moved in that purgatorial waste save carnivorous birds. By

Central Wyoming was like hell without the flames, an underworld thrust up onto the surface.

The winter will be long and bleak. Nature has a dismal aspect.

A mountain that's had its very heart removed.

Winter is the gray, bare shell of spring.

New England has a harsh climate, a barren soil, a rough and stormy coast, and yet we love it, even with a love passing that of dwellers in more favored regions.

The water as a topic of conversation dried up.

I am the one without hope, the word without echoes, he who lost everything and he who had everything. Last hawser, in you creaks my last longing. In my barren land you are the final rose.

Last hawser, in you creaks my last longing. In my barren land you are the final rose.

His] modesty... reminded me of the trees that bend low with the burden of ripening fruits; it is the barren tree that lifts its head high in an empty boast.