Desert Sun Quotes

#1. I do fear him," I said, which was close to the truth. "I fear him as I fear the desert sun and poisonous snakes. They are all part of the life I live. But the sun gives light, and snakes will feed a caravan if they are caught and cooked.

E.K. Johnston

#2. Say that i starved, that i was lost and weary
that i was burned and blinded by the desert sun
footsore, thirsty, sick with strange diseases,
lonely and wet and cold, but that i kept my dream!

Everett Ruess

#3. Life - standing under the high heat of the desert sun, without a cloud in the bright

Lauren Blakely

#4. A brilliant white light beat pitilessly down, like the fierce desert sun at midday on the French Foreign Legion; the glittering floor dazzled the eye with the cruel desert glare. We walked slowly through the cereals.

Helen DeWitt

#5. Are you rage, wrapped in skin, tight like leather dried in the desert sun?
From: "The Comfort of Black

Carter Wilson

#6. A little sun, a little rain,
A soft wind blowing from the west,
And woods and fields are sweet again,
And warmth within the mountain's breast

A little love, a little trust,
A soft impulse, a sudden dream,
And life as dry as desert dust,
Is fresher than a mountain stream.

Stopford Brooke

#7. God, she was beautiful - my first image of the Orient - a woman such as only the desert poet knew how to praise: her face was the sun, her hair the protecting shadow, her eyes fountains of cool water, her body the most slender of palm-trees and her smile a mirage.

Amin Maalouf

#8. Thank God for grace, Ye who weep only! If, as some have done, Ye grope tear-blinded in a desert place And touch but tombs,
look up! Those tears will run Soon in long rivers down the lifted face, And leave the vision clear for stars and sun.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

#9. 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.

D.H. Lawrence

#10. As you wake up to sort of Morocco coming to life, and you drive a two hour journey through the desert as the sun is rising over the sand dunes ... I saw landscapes and visual stuff that I'll never forget. It was special.

Jim Sturgess

#11. Painted desert, ocean of color
sun's worshiper, moon's lover
picture of a coyote's voice
sandbox of angels, another toy.

Trine Daely

#12. In moments among my various agonies, I noticed the beauty that surrounded me, the wonder of things both small and large: the color of a desert flower that brushed against me on the trail or the grand sweep of the sky as the sun faded over the mountains.

Cheryl Strayed

#13. Do not allow a trivial misunderstanding to wither the blossoms of spring, which, once put forth and blighted, cannot be renewed ... The gushing fountains which sparkle in the sun must not be stopped in mere caprice; the oasis in the desert of Sahara must not be plucked up idly.

Charles Dickens

#14. When the sun begins to set, we do exactly as we did the night before. Caroline fusses over Dink. Jaxon ogles Harper. The boys gather desert debris for our beds. Guy watches me undress. I imagine our wedding.

Victoria Scott

#15. The desert, when the sun comes up ... I couldn't tell where heaven stopped and the Earth began.

Tom Hanks

#16. Here is the desert of silence,
Blinking and blind in the sun--
An old, old woman who mumbles her beads
And crumbles to stone.

Alice Corbin Henderson

#17. I should never stand alone in this desert world, but that manna would drop from heaven, if I would but rise with every rising sun to gather it.

Margaret Fuller

#18. For the briefest of moments he looked like someone who'd been staggering through the Mojave Desert, half-dead from sun, and had seen a glimmer of water up ahead only to have it turn out to be a mirage.

Cassandra Clare

#19. darting and sparkling under the sun of the desert at full speed, only to go back even faster

Jack Goodwind

#20. Mima was like the tree. In this desert where I'd grown up, Mima had shaded me from the sun. She was a tree. How would I live without that tree?

Benjamin Alire Saenz

#21. I know I can not paint a flower, I can not paint the sun on the desert on a bright summer morning but maybe in terms of paint colour I can convey to you my experience of the flower or the experience that makes the flower of significance to me at that particular time.

Georgia O'Keeffe

#22. He was walking through the desert, over burning sands, past bones whitening in the sun. He had never been so thirsty. When he swallowed, his mouth felt as if it were coated with sand, his throat lined with knives.

Cassandra Clare

#23. Your anger was a climate I inhabited like a desert in a dry frigid weather of high thin air and ivory sun, sand dunes the wind lifted into stinging clouds that blinded and choked me where the only ice was in the blood.

Marge Piercy

#24. The world makes things for each place. Fish for the sea, Rocs for the mountain skies, and girls with sun in their skin and perfect aim for a desert that doesn't let weakness live.

Alwyn Hamilton

#25. S:uch is Heaven on Earth, in all land
A:s the sun brightens to the moon
N:ails the Creation in a palm of a hand,
D:ancing IT makes the desert bloom.

Ana Claudia Antunes

#26. Her shadow crossed the dunes, smaller now. Ahead lay the south desert, limitless. Soon she turned slowly, with the sun swinging across the port wing-tip, and headed west as they had planned.

Elleston Trevor

#27. When days get breezy
Sun rays less harsh
Trees and grass greener
it is easier
to forget the summer here!

Myself

#28. The deeds of men, as footprints in the desert.
Nothing under the circling moons is fated to last.
Even the sun goes down.

Guy Gavriel Kay

#29. Life could not change the sun or water the desert, so it changed itself.

John Steinbeck

#30. When a man lives out his life under the sun and the stars, half the time riding alone over mountains and desert, then he usually has a religion although it may not be the usual variety.

Louis L'Amour

#31. People search for love as if it were a city lost beneath the desert dunes, where pleasure is the law, the streets are lined with brocade cushions, and the sun never sets.

Diane Ackerman

#32. It's a treat to see the sun rise over the desert. What am I saying? It's a treat to fire off a rocket car over the desert!

Adam Savage

#33. Im not expecting to grow flowers in the desert, but I can live, and breathe, and see the sun in wintertime

Stuart Adamson

#34. Over the summit, I saw the so-called Mono desert lying dreamily silent in the thick, purple light
a desert of heavy sun-glare beheld from a desert of ice-burnished granite.

John Muir

#35. Is it possible to write a poem or are these words just screams of outlaws exiled to the desert?

Dejan Stojanovic

#36. tomorrow the sun would rise on the first day of a new desert.

Alwyn Hamilton

#37. You stake a guy out on an anthill in the desert - see? He's facing upward, and you put honey all over his balls and pecker, and you cut off his eyelids so he has to stare at the sun till he dies." So it goes.

Kurt Vonnegut Jr.

#38. The sun was just down and to the west lay reefs of bloodred clouds up out of which rose little desert nighthawks like fugitives from some great fire at the earth's end.

Cormac McCarthy

#39. Maybe I should stop while I'm ahead

Nay, I swim with sea-demons

no sweet summer tuned radio

over my sunless desertscape

how does it burn without the sun?

Moonshine Noire

#40. In the evening I go up in the desert and spend hours watching the sun go down, just enjoying it, and every day I go out and watch it again. I draw some and there is a little painting and so the days go by.

Georgia O'Keeffe

#41. Beneath hot sun, desert roses bloomed. Under cold moon, I still refused to.

Aspen Matis

#42. Charmaine swallowed nervously as she hesitated for a moment, her throat dry, arid and parched like the sands of the desert under the burning sun, grated painfully inside her body as her glands struggled to lubricate her air passages sufficiently.

Jill Thrussell

#43. For a second it looked like a mortal horse. The next it was pure sand. Shifting from bright gold to violent red, fire and sun in a windswept desert.

Alwyn Hamilton

#44. The night wears on; the fire dwindles; the wind shifts and my heart aches with nostalgia - summer camps and catching lightning bugs and August skies aflame with stars. The way the desert smells and the long, wistful sigh of wind rushing down from the mountains as the sun dips beneath the horizon.

Rick Yancey

#45. Her only weak part, they figured, was a fear of the desert, perhaps a fear of drying in the scorching sun, perhaps a lack of water to drink.

J.M.K. Walkow

#46. The girl who'd taken on a Pirate Lord and his entire island, the girl who'd stolen Asterion horses and raced along the beach in the Red Desert, the girl who'd sat on her own rooftop, watching the sun rise over Avery, the girl who'd felt alive with possibility ... that girl was gone.

Sarah J. Maas

#47. God is light, we are told, and Hell is outer darkness. But look at a desert mountain stripped bare by the sun, and you learn only geography. Watch darkness claim it, and for a moment you may grasp why God had to create Satan - or man to create both.

Colin Fletcher

#48. Somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.

William Butler Yeats