So she took her love for to gaze awhile. Among the fields…

You'll remember me when the west wind moves. Among the fields of barley.

— Eva Cassidy

Many years have passed since those summer days. Among the fields of barley.

— Eva Cassidy

“However much he may tell her he loves her and thinks her beautiful, his loving gaze could never console her. Because the gaze of…

— Milan Kundera

You'll remember me when the west wind moves. Among the fields of barley. You can tell the sun in his jealous sky. When we…

— Eva Cassidy

Will you stay with me will you be my love. Among the fields of barley and you can tell the sun in his jealous…

— Eva Cassidy

“You'll remember me when the west wind moves Upon the fields of barley You can tell the sun in his jealous sky When we…

— Sting

“On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky; And through the…

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

Barley and mushroom is a soothing combination. It's mainly a textural thing, with the barley both gently breaking and enhancing the mushroomy gloopiness.

— Yotam Ottolenghi

The human diet consists of just nine plants: corn, rice, wheat, potatoes, cassava, sorghum, millet, beans, barley, rye and oats.

— Bill Bryson

He called her: mother of pearl, barley woman, rice provider, millet basket, corn maid, flax princess, all-maker, weef She called him: fawn, roebuck, stag,…

— Judy Grahn

It was understood that nothing of a tender nature could possibly be confided to old Barley, by reason of his being totally unequal to…

— Charles Dickens

One of the products I swear by is Sante Barley.

— Piolo Pascual

Tabloid discussion of bad children always blames baby-boomer liberals, careerist mothers and fashion-crazed Nathan Barley types who think it's all enormously funny. But the…

— Peter York

Only reapers, reaping early In among the bearded barley, Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly, Down to towered Camelot.

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

Everything depends on the value we give to things. We are the ones who make morality and virtue. The cannibal who eats his neighbor…

— Gustave Flaubert