To receive the grace of God you must go to the desert and stay awhile.
The place of my novels is Israel, almost without exception. All of them take place in Israel - in Jerusalem, in the desert, in the kibbutz, in small towns, in villages.
If charisma were rain, Blackman would be a desert.
The extremes of jungles, mountains, and deserts are inherently dangerous places.
Do not speak of God much. After a very little conversation on the highest nature, thought deserts us and we run into formalism.
Gradually I came to realize that the process of saving the desert of the human heart and revegetating the actual desert is actually the same thing.
Critical lice are like body lice, which desert corpses to seek the living.
Beauty matters. It is not just a subjective thing but a universal need of human beings. If we ignore this need we find ourselves in a spiritual desert.
I have always hated crowds. I like deserts, prisons, and monasteries. I have discovered, too, that there are fewer idiots at 3000 meters above sea level than down below.
In a virtuous action, I properly am; in a virtuous act, I add to the world; I plant into deserts conquered from Chaos and Nothing, and see the darkness receding on the limits of the horizon.
That which happens to the soil when it ceases to be cultivated by the social man happens to man himself when he foolishly forsakes society for solitude; the brambles grow up in his desert heart.
The Beduin of the desert, born and grown up in it, had embraced with all his sour this nakedness too harsh for volunteers, for the reason, felt but inarticulate, that there he found himself indubitably free.
Adam Larey gazed with hard and wondering eyes down the silent current of the red river upon which he meant to drift away into the desert
I cannot imagine my hometown without forests, and I cannot imagine the earth turned into a desert.
Men had always been the reciters of poetry in the desert.
Ah! What would the world be to us If the children were no more? We should dread the desert behind us Worse than the dark before.
I had top-secret clearance and everything. I was working on a couple of projects that would keep me involved in Desert Storm. I was in the mix, which is scary.
I was an angel of the desert. In your arms I broke my wings.
I am quite a wise old bird, but I am no desert hermit who can only prophesy when his guts are knotted with hunger. I am deep in the old man’s puzzle, trying to link the wisdom of the body with the wisdom of the spirit until the two are one.
From inaccessible mountain range by way of desert untrod by human foot to the ends of the unknown seas, the breath of the everlasting creative spirit is felt, rejoicing over every speck of dust that hearkens to it and lives.