Mountain Thyme Quotes & Sayings

The legend of the jungle heritage and the evolution of man as a hunting carnivore has taken root in man's mind ... He may even believe that equal pay will do something terrible to his gonads. — Elaine Morgan

When I act, I hear it like music. In my head, I hear the dialogue like music. — Nicolas Cage

If it's all true, then we're in the citadel of unbelief, where nightmares are dispatched with Lysol and scalpels and chemotherapy rather than with stakes and Bibles and wild mountain thyme. — Stephen King

Oh, Vanity of vanities! How wayward the decrees of Fate are; How very weak the very wise, How very small the very great are! — William Makepeace Thackeray

She was blind and insensible to many things, and dimly knew it; but to all that was light and air, perfume and colour, every drop of blood in her responded. She loved the roughness of the dry mountain grass under her palms, the smell of the thyme into which she crushed her face, the fingering of the wind in her hair and through her cotton blouse, and the creak of the larches as they swayed to it. — Edith Wharton

Cold Mountain Buddhas Han Shan Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness be dancing. Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning. The wild thyme unseen and the wild strawberry, The laughter in the garden, echoed ecstasy Not lost, but requiring, pointing to the agony Of death and birth. — T. S. Eliot

All the money was spent for the 'Concept Plan' document, which made reasonable recommendations for developments. Now that's kind of being forgotten. That's why I think the public trust is being betrayed. — Stephen F. Hayes

The only way you're going to save things in life is through love, and that's what we're trying to do ... make people fall in love with Florida. — Clyde Butcher

Now the summer's in prime Wi' the flowers richly blooming, And the wild mountain thyme A' the moorlands perfuming. To own dear native scenes Let us journey together, Where glad innocence reigns 'Mang the braes o' Balquhither. — Robert Tannahill

I have nothing left to give,
I have found the perfect end,
you were made to make it hurt,
dissapear into the dirt — Breaking Benjamin