#desert

Those fields of daisies we landed on, and dusty fields and desert stretches. Memories of many skies and earths beneath us - many days, many nights of stars. ↗

— Anne Morrow Lindbergh

#days #desert #dusty #fields #landed

And all around is the desert; a corner of the mournful kingdom of sand. ↗

— Pierre Loti

#corner #desert #kingdom #mournful #sand

The pyramid once passed there was still a short way to go before we confronted the Sphinx, in the middle of what our contemporaries have left him of his desert. ↗

— Pierre Loti

#confronted #contemporaries #desert #go #him

Sadly, it's much easier to create a desert than a forest. ↗

— James Lovelock

#desert #easier #forest #much #sadly

Night comes to the desert all at once, as if someone turned off the light. ↗

— Joyce Carol Oates

#desert #light #night #off #once

I would love to hear all types of Christian artists played all over the world. I'd love to hear good, positive mainstream music played all over the place. I'd love to be able to bring music together. But I have not deserted Christ. I have not deserted my faith. ↗

— Stacie Orrico

#artists #bring #christ #christian #deserted

From the bitter cold winter at Valley Forge, to the mountains of Afghanistan and the deserts of Iraq, our soldiers have courageously answered when called, gone where ordered, and defended our nation with honor. ↗

— Solomon Ortiz

#answered #bitter #called #cold #courageously

I was born and raised in the high desert of Nevada in a tiny town called Searchlight. My dad was a hard rock miner. My mom took in wash. I grew up around people of strong values - even if they rarely talked about them. ↗

— Harry Reid

#around #born #called #dad #desert

I have this personal affinity for the desert. I am fascinated by the desert. I love it. ↗

— Erika Slezak

#am #desert #fascinated #i #i am

The cactus of the high desert is a small grubby, obscure and humble vegetable associated with cattle dung and overgrazing, interesting only when you tangle with it the wrong way. Yet from this nest of thorns, this snare of hooks and fiery spines, is born once each year a splendid flower. It is unpluckable and except to an insect almost unapproachable, yet soft, lovely, sweet, desirable, exemplifying better than the rose among thorns the unity of opposites ↗

— Edward Abbey "Desert Solitaire"

#edward-abbey #john-dunn #love