Desert Quote by Mikhail Bulgakov

“There was a steaming mist in all the hollows, and it had roamed in its forlornness up the hill, like an evil spirit, seeking…

— Charles Dickens

“In the winter of wet years the streams ran full-freshet, and they swelled the river until sometimes it raged and boiled, bank full, and…

— John Steinbeck

“The path turned a hard right and then dumped into a rocky stream. It looked as if a giant had tossed white boulders and…

— Eloisa James

“The baking wind tore at his hat and he held it by the brim with one hand. It relieved him to look at it,…

— Paulette Jiles

“Sometimes, in the evenings, a damp, gritty wind blew in the windows from Park Avenue, just as the rush hour traffic was thinning and…

— Donna Tartt

“None of these lads here were out getting fighting drunk last night. And thus we wear down mountains. Water dripping on a stone, dissolving…

— Terry Pratchett

“slipped down my body and gathered at my ankles before traveling in a flotilla to the drain. The white, iridescent bubbles jiggled as droplets of water…

— Emily Kimelman

“They travelled for thirteen hours down-hill, whilst the streams broadened and the mountains shrank, and the vegetation changed, and the people ceased being ugly…

— E.M. Forster

“In the late summer of that year we lived in a house in a village that looked across the river and the plain to…

— Ernest Hemingway

“Going up that river was like travelling back to the earliest beginnings of the world, when vegetation rioted on the earth and the big…

— Joseph Conrad

“The panes streamed with rain, and the short street he looked down into lay wet and empty, as if swept clear suddenly by a…

— Joseph Conrad

“All day long we seemed to dawdle through a country which was full of beauty of every kind. Sometimes we saw little towns or…

— Bram Stoker