Arid Quotes
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Arid Quotes & Sayings
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Rebellion without truth is like spring in a bleak, arid desert.
— Khalil Gibran
There is no spot of ground, however arid, bare or ugly, that cannot be tamed into such a state as may give an impression of beauty and delight.
— Gertrude Jekyll
The moon can never breathe, but it can take our breath away with the beauty of its cold, arid orb.
— Munia Khan
A philosopher always finds more grass to feed upon in the valleys of stupidity than on the arid heights of intelligence.
— Ludwig Wittgenstein
Sarah is a mirage after all; an oasis in this arid, amnesiac, desert mindscape. I fear if I get too close she too will turn to dust.
— Jonathan Dunne
The sterile, arid environment created by truly jarring and discordant signage and gargantuan billboards is a turnoff.
— Jonathan Katz
All three of the Abrahamic religions were born and nurtured in arid, disturbed environments.
— E. O. Wilson
Our hearts, it seems, can be scraped only so gaunt before they crack into an acre of arid indifference.
— Michael Yankoski
Gustave's last years are arid and solitary. He
— Julian Barnes
Truth takes the stamp of the souls it enters. It is rigorous and rough in arid souls, but tempers and softens itself in loving natures.
— Joseph Joubert
Still, the farther hills remained as untouched as the sea; high, remote, arid, dark and sterile, poisoned with the sun.
— Patrick O'Brian
Some of us who live in arid parts of the world think about water with a reverence others might find excessive.
— Joan Didion
In spiritually arid centuries, the only man to realize that the century is dying from thirst is the man who still harnesses an underground spring.
— Nicolas Gomez Davila
Along the river's summer walk,
The withered tufts of asters nod;
And trembles on its arid stalk
the hoar plum of the golden-rod. — John Greenleaf Whittier
The withered tufts of asters nod;
And trembles on its arid stalk
the hoar plum of the golden-rod. — John Greenleaf Whittier
Come, my faux juggernaut, my nefarious loins! Slather every protuberance with arid zeal!
— Cassandra Clare