Untilled Ground Quotes & Sayings

The best ground untilled, soonest runs out into rank weeds. A man of knowledge that is negligent or uncorrected, cannot but grow wild and godless. — Joseph Hall

Learning Is Not Useful, Without Taking Action On It — Shyam Chathuranga

Where's your dad?"
"Gone. Where does he go, anyway?"
"He probably has work to do."
"Yeah, gotta go burn a bush for Moses. — Cynthia Hand

Untilled ground, however rich, will bring forth thistles and thorns; so also the mind of man. — Teresa Of Avila

The tender Evenlode that makes Her meadows hush to hear the sound Of waters mingling in the brakes, And binds my heart to English ground. A lovely river, all alone, She lingers in the hills and holds A hundred little towns of stone, Forgotten in the western wolds. — Hilaire Belloc

Once I believed that sooner or later I would come across a really wise person; today I couldn't even say what wisdom is. — Fausto Cercignani

Oh Christian ... my possessive, jealous, control freak Christian. — E.L. James

Inanna spoke:
"What I tell you
Let the singer weave into song.
What I tell you,
Let it flow from ear to mouth,
Let it pass from old to young:

My vulva, the horn,
The Boat of Heaven,
Is full of eagerness like the young moon.
My untilled land lies fallow.

As for me, Inanna,
Who will plow my vulva?
Who will plow my high field?
Who will plow my wet ground?

As for me, the young woman,
Who will plow my vulva?
Who will station the ox there?
Who will plow my vulva?"

Dumuzi replied:
"Great Lady, the king will plow your vulva.
I, Dumuzi the King, will plow your vulva."

Inanna:
"Then plow my vulva, man of my heart!
Plow my vulva! — Diane Wolkstein

Emotions And Feelings
In Life Are
Like Water In The Ocean
Which Will
Never Dry — Sweetnida

We share a huge visual memory bank, mostly through painting and other images in history. I think when a modern photograph taps into those, sometimes very subliminally, it makes people respond. — Chris Hondros

I felt like I was a teacher. But nowadays, I am as much a student of his. He writes a lot of what we play. — Gary Burton

We are angered even by the full acceptance of our humiliating confessions - how much more by hearing in hard distinct syllables from the lips of a near observer, those confused murmurs which we try to call morbid, and strive against as if they were the oncoming of numbness! — George Eliot

It stands to reason that if sacrifices are being given, somebody is collecting sacrifices. — Ayn Rand

Which death is preferably to every other? 'The unexpected'. — Julius Caesar