Desert Quotes
Desert Quote of the day
What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well.
Any thoughts of guilt, any feelings of regret, had faded. The desert had baked them out.
I have always loved the desert. One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing. Yet through the silence something throbs, and gleams...
I saw Sonora before me, so otherworldly, so desolate, some cast-out mistress on the pale blue planet, and longed suddenly to stay.
In a heartbeat, he understands why religions are born on the sands – there is nothing here for a man but his own mind.
He’d lived in the desert all his life, and he loved it. He was its child. It was his home.
And our desire to knowEach other and desertEach other for newCenters of meaning so thatThe boundaries may reignAnd in doing so be undone.
I would not sacrifice a single living mesquite tree for any book ever written. One square mile of living desert is worth a hundred 'great books' - and one brave deed is worth a thousand.
Is it possible to write a poem or are these words just screams of outlaws exiled to the desert?
Vast skies in the Australian desertwaves that don't movewe slide surf glide like condors
The desert became grim, dark and foreboding. A silence of death lay over the land, and it seemed as though the very stars held their breath and twinkled no more.
As a remedy to life in society I would suggest the big city. Nowadays, it is the only desert within our means.
The progress of science is strewn, like an ancient desert trail, with the bleached skeleton of discarded theories which once seemed to possess eternal life.
If you live in the desert, view the sun not as your enemy, but as your friend. If you live in the wilderness, view nature not as your adversary, but as your companion.
It was a dictum of his that the soul's energy thrives when the body's desires are feeblest.
The men who are dropped in a jungle or a desert and expected video games and got mundanity and depravity and friends dying like animals.
Being the Novelist-in-Residence at a riad hotel in the kasbah of an Arabic North African city is a lot like trying to write one’s memoirs on shreds of napkins in a nuthouse.
One by one and then together the birds chanted, warbled, whistled, and cooed, like a rare desert plant bursting into life after the rain.
Come to think of it, maybe God is a He after all, because only a cruel force would create something this beautiful and make it inaccessible to most people.
Light and air — what means wherewith to conjure up illusions and deceive the senses!
Inside her head or out in the desert was the same, and the air inside her throat was very dry to keep from crying and her neck sore from forcing herself not to look down, not to look back.
The breeze across the desert as the light died was so sweet she could almost drink it.
My life is an adventure." she said, growing confident as she opened her eyes again. "I will not be shackled to this satellite anymore.
A monk was told that his father had died. He said to the messenger, "Do not blaspheme. My Father cannot die.
Maybe that is the one real division between men: wood men and desert men.
I love like I’m thirsty. Can I offer you a tall glass of Sahara sand?
The desert, when the sun comes up...I couldn't tell where heaven stopped and the Earth began.
Drifting across the vast space, silent except for wind and footsteps, I felt uncluttered and unhurried for the first time in a while, already on desert time.
The journey of every ignorant and obedient society always ends up in the same place: In the desert!
The desert lay in wait, more infinite than God, no less remote.
-I think you are inhuman. If I leave you, who will you go to? Would you find another lover?I said nothing.-Deny it, damn you!
We were going to get Ahmed back. And Rahim back. And Shazad. And Delila. And all the others who had been captured. And we were going to end this.
Individually, every grain of sand brushing against my hands represents a story, an experience, and a block for me to build upon for the next generation.
If you put the federal government in charge of the Sahara Desert, in 5 years there'd be a shortage of sand.
Books of the sages of the ages reflect upon in stages
I left a piece of my soul that will always rightfully belong in the desert.
Too much good fortune can make you smug and unaware. Happiness should be like an oasis, the greener for the desert that surrounds it.
Maybe I should stop while I'm aheadNay, I swim with sea-demons no sweet summer tuned radioover my sunless desertscapehow does it burn without the sun?
