Quotes
Quotes about Land
Cincinnatus was ploughing his four jugera of land upon the Vaticanian Hill,--the same that are still known as the Quintian Meadows,--when the messenger brought him the dictatorship, finding him, the tradition says, stripped to the work.
He said that in his whole life he most repented of three things: one was that he had trusted a secret to a woman; another, that he went by water when he might have gone by land; the third, that he had remained one whole day without doing any business of moment.
Anaximander says that men were first produced in fishes, and when they were grown up and able to help themselves were thrown up, and so lived upon the land.
As for life, it is a battle and a sojourning in a strange land; but the fame that comes after is oblivion.
Anaxagoras said to a man who was grieving because he was dying in a foreign land, "The descent to Hades is the same from every place."
"Be of good cheer," said Diogenes; "I see land."
A faithful and good servant is a real godsend; but truly 't is a rare bird in the land.
In this country [England] it is well to kill from time to time an admiral to encourage the others.
Know'st thou the land where the lemon-trees bloom,
Where the gold orange glows in the deep thicket's gloom,
Where a wind ever soft from the blue heaven blows,
And the groves are of laurel and myrtle and rose?
Into the silent land!
Ah, who shall lead us thither?
Who in life's battle firm doth stand
Shall bear hope's tender blossoms
Into the silent land!
I have been a stranger in a strange land.
A land flowing with milk and honey.
The land of darkness and the shadow of death.
The land of the living.
Remove not the ancient landmark.
For, lo! the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.
Rowland for an Oliver.
Wooden walls of England.
"Arms, and the man I sing, who forc'ed by Fate, And haughty Juno's unrelenting Hate; Expell'ed and exil'd, left the Trojan Shoar: Long Labours, both by Sea and Land he bore; And in the doubtful War, before he won, the Latian realm, and built the destin'd Town: His banish'd gods restor'd to Rites Divine, and setl'd sure Succession in his line: From Whence the Race of Alban Fathers come, and the long Glories of Majestick Rome."
On the English Language: A barren land, full of thorn bushes and with birds with strange cries
I am near the end of the wine, but out there, the big wine is being poured â thin, slow, grey. Never more shall I taste the oncoming of this particular darkness. But I shall not be sorry to go. I am not seduced to this life by the dainty lusts, clothed in cold green and clean linen, of an English spring. If you plunge into that dark there, you will emerge at length into a raging sun and all the fabled islands of my East. And that is what I shall be doing tonight, off like a bird. Letâs dwell a space on the irony of a poetâs desperately winging out the last of his sweetness while the corrosives closed in.
The wasteland of his soul had often seen the loneliness of a shattered but unforgotten dream
See how the live earth flowers. The land speaks my intent. Bear me accompaniment.
Manhatten's an island, really, and it can't move outwards, so to speak, so it's got to move up instead.
