Fainthearted animals move about in herds. The lion walks alone in the desert. Let the poet always walk thus.
Read Churchill, he tells you how crucial was the Greek role in your decisive desert victory over Rommel.
There lived a singer in France of old By the tideless dolorous midland sea. In a land of sand and rain and gold There shone one woman, and none but she.
The keenest pangs the wretched find Are rapture to the dreary void, The leafless desert of the mind, The waste of feelings unemployed.
Just like a caravan of camels walking in the desert, be durable against the adversities of life and walk with decisive steps.
I saw you dancing out the ocean
Running fast along the sand
A spirit born of earth and water
Fire flying from your hands
Someone asked me, if I were stranded on a desert island what book would I bring... 'How to Build a Boat.'
She is mine own, And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
You throw the sand against the wind and the wind blows it back again.
I imagine a line, a white line, painted on the sand and on the ocean, from me to you.
You are my country, Desdemona. ... My Egypt. My hot, harrowing desert and my cool, verdant Nile, infinitely lovely and unfathomable and sustaining.
What happens in the music business is that if you step out of your little spot to do something else, the sand falls right into where you stood and you're gone, you're history.
I've been on camels before, lumbering slowly through the desert - not hugely exciting, but I enjoyed the 'Lawrence of Arabia' vibe.
Most newspaper companies still have their heads in the sand, but other media companies are aggressive.
I am here for a purpose and that purpose is to grow into a mountain, not to shrink to a grain of sand.
The man who offers an insult writes it in sand, but for the man who receives it, it's chiseled in bronze.
The idea of being in the desert is fundamental, but it's totally relative, and it's about that membrane: the way that one defines self versus the environment.
He is like the fox, who effaces his tracks in the sand with his tail.
When I was 7, I started playing with a club. The only grass on the field was in the corner. There was no grass in the middle! It was just sand.
Just as the sand-dunes, heaped one upon another, hide each the first, so in life the former deeds are quickly hidden by those that follow after.
I would love to go to Iran. The island of Madagascar, everyone says is pretty exotic, or the wonderful Namibian desert.
In the fury of the moment/ I can see the Master's hand In every leaf that trembles, in/ every grain of sand.
The challenges surrounding HIV and AIDS are getting more complex and mature, and we just can't stick our heads in the sand and say 'it can't happen to me.'
Oh, that river of wishes, the slippery crocodile dream of it, how it might have carried my body down through all the glittering sand bars to the sea.
The ephemeral nature of live performance is the part I love most - it's a monk's sand painting, carefully constructed, then wiped away in an instant.
The Sand Pebbles has always been one of my favorite films, I suppose because its the most difficult film - from a physical and logistical standpoint - that I've ever made.
The day I initiated divorce proceedings against Michael Farmer, I was ready to retire to a desert cave and rethink my life.
A person is full of sorrow the way a burlap sack is full of stones or sand.
My role in life is that of the grain of sand to the oyster-it irritates the oyster and out comes a pearl.
Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches.
It's like going out to the desert and screaming and then having little kids throw their sandbox at you. I'm only 24.
You know what animals exist in the desert. He's going to his indigenous natural habitat. What better place for night crawlers?
Drowsing, they take the noble attitude of a great sphinx, who, in a desert land, sleeps always, dreaming dreams that have no end.
The deeds of men, as footprints in the desert. Nothing under the circling moons is fated to last. Even the sun goes down.
Wyman's overpopulated universe is in many ways unlovely. It offends the aesthetic sense of us who have a taste for desert landscapes.
I like to run on the beach. It's a different exercise as well when you're in sand, a different kind of training.
Sometimes, from beyond the skycrapers, the cry of a tugboat finds you in your insomnia, and you remember that this desert of iron and cement is an island.
Living in a society, instead of on a desert island, does not relieve a man of the responsibility of supporting his own life.
When I was a little kid we had a sand box. It was a quicksand box. I was an only child... eventually.
Grieve not, then, if your sons seem to desert you, but rejoice, rather, seeing the will of God done gladly.
Honolulu, it's got everything. Sand for the children, sun for the wife, sharks for the wife's mother.
The Moon is essentially gray - no color - looks like plaster of paris - soft of gray sand.
When your head is firmly in the sand, another part of your anatomy is fully exposed.
I was on a beach in Hawaii for a video shoot once, and it was incredibly beautiful. It had very fine black sand with a silver sparkle running through it.
I love being outdoors, playing beach tennis, going for runs in the sand, or doing a three-hour hike with my best girlfriend, Mieko.
With their souls of patent leather, they come down the road. Hunched and nocturnal, where they breathe they impose, silence of dark rubber, and fear of fine sand.
I'd had no particular interest in the Southwest at all as a young girl, and I was completely surprised that the desert stole my heart to the extent it did.
Let every man remind their descendants that they also are soldiers who must not desert the ranks of their ancestors, or from cowardice fall behind.
Bernie or bust actually reduces the leverage for Bernie [Sand?rs] to claim victory.
There's so much burying of heads in sand going on in the U.S., people are finally beginning to recognize that the environment is dying, but it's far too late, and I am conflicted.
Stop the bullsh*t. Stop drawing lines in the sand like previous generations [have done].
As a remedy to life in society I would suggest the big city. Nowadays, it is the only desert within our means.
The emigrant's way o'er the western desert is mark'd by
Camp-fires long consum'd and bones that bleach in the sunshine.
Rick Owens is my desert island designer. I could live in his clothes alone, and I collect Ossie Clark.
It is our art that has an opportunity to leave a footprint in the sand. They don't wrap fish in our work.
The last thing a young woman needs is another picture of a sexy pop star writhing in sand, covered in grease, touching herself.
If you want to build a car, you don't slap a bunch of iron ore, some sand, a rubber tree, and a couple of cows together and call it good
We are too prone to engrave our trials in marble and write our blessings in sand.
Only the desert has a fascination--to ride alone--in the sun in the forever unpossessed country--away from man. That is a great temptation.
If you must speak ill of another, do not speak it, write it in the sand near the water's edge.
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