When the fire of prayer goes out, the barrenness of busyness takes over. — George Carey Copy Share Image
There is but one thing without honor, smitten with eternal barrenness, inability to do or to be,-insincerity, unbelief. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Lightness, jesting, and joking, can only be indulged at the expense of barrenness of soul, and the loss of the favor of… — Ellen G. White Copy Share Image
These are the desolate, dark weeks when nature in its barrenness equals the stupidity of man. — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
“Truly barren is a secular education. It is always in labor, but never gives birth.” — Gregory of Nyssa Copy Share Image
If you suppress laboratories, physical science will be stricken with barrenness and death. — Louis Pasteur Copy Share Image
“At the cry of a new born salt is being sprinkle at the wound of a barren woman” — peter adejimi Copy Share Image
Failure to plan brings barrenness and sterility. Fate brushes man with its wings, but we make our own fate largely. — Spencer W. Kimball Copy Share Image
“I wasn't there yet, I wasn't finding joy and gladness in my barrenness, but I believed I would. I believed He would… — Natalie Brenner Copy Share Image
THESE are the desolate, dark weeks when nature in its barrenness equals the stupidity of man. The year plunges into night and… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
“Give me, if you will, prayers; Or let me know dryness, An abudance of devotion, Or if not, then barrenness. In you… — Teresa of Ávila Copy Share Image
When my eye rested on an arid height, spirit partook of the barrenness. - Heartily wish Niebuhr & Strauss to the dogs.… — Herman Melville Copy Share Image
“When a woman has scholarly inclinations there is generally something wrong with her sexual nature. Barrenness itself conduces to a certain virility… — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share Image
There is a cropping-time in the races of men, as in the fruits of the field; and sometimes, if the stock be… — Aristotle Copy Share Image
There can be no barrenness in full summer. The very sand will yield something. Rocks will have mosses, and every rift will… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
