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“You get hit the hardest when trying to run or hide from a problem. Like the defense on a football field, putting all focus on evading only one defender is asking to be blindsided.”
― Criss Jami, Killosophy

“Of course I want to kill you," said Skulduggery. "I want to kill most people. But then where would I be? In a field of dead people with no one to talk to.”
― Derek Landy, Kingdom of the Wicked

“Whoever is first in the field and awaits the coming of the enemy, will be fresh for the fight; whoever is second in the field and has to hasten to battle will arrive exhausted.”
― Sun Tzu, The Art of War

“The field is the sole governing agency of the particle”
― Albert Einstein

“One day when I went out to my wood-pile, or rather my pile of stumps, I observed two large ants, the one red, the other much larger, nearly half an inch long, and black, fiercely contending with one another. Having once got hold they never let go, but struggled and wrestled and rolled on the chips incessantly. Looking farther, I was surprised to find that the chips were covered with such combatants, that it was not a duellum, but a bellum, a war between two races of ants, the red always pitted against the black, and frequently two red ones to one black. The legions of these Myrmidons covered all the hills and vales in my wood-yard, and the ground was already strewn with the dead and dying, both red and black. It was the only battle which I have ever witnessed, the only battle-field I ever trod while the battle was raging; internecine war; the red republicans on the one hand, and the black imperialists on the other. On every side they were engaged in deadly combat, yet without any noise that I could hear, and human soldiers never fought so resolutely.”
― Henry David Thoreau, Walden

“There is nothing quite like the smell of rain on a grass field after a sunny spell.”
― Fuad Alakbarov

“I lingered at the edge of an open field of lanky meadow buttercups. The vibrant green-and-yellow field was deserted. Behind me arose a gnarled crab apple tree in full, glorious bloom, the petals of its flowers littering the shaded bench on which I'd been about to sit. A breeze set the branches rustling, a waterfall of white petals flittering down like snow.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Of what use are the memories if not to grow flowers ... on the barren fields. Of what use are the falling tears, if not to weave the string of pearls in the hardest hours?”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“The night finds the flowers of light and seasons, the scent of life, for darkness sees the blossom of stars and spring comes to the fields of frost.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“I regarded parading President Obama through a field of switched off solar modules at the dangerous Desoto Solar Farm as a form of world media fraud.”
― Steven Magee

“When President Obama is photographed standing in the middle of a field of dead solar modules and he is telling the world how wonderful it is, you have to query his competence!”
― Steven Magee

“I would never have believed the President of the USA would have been so bold as to stand in the middle of a field of dangerous non-functional solar modules and tell the world how wonderful it was!”
― Steven Magee

“There really needs to be a public inquiry as to how the President of the USA ended up in the middle of a field of known dangerous solar power equipment, telling the world’s media how wonderful it was!”
― Steven Magee

“After I left healthcare, I never worked in the field again.”
― Steven Magee

“Ignoring current and past worker health issues and deaths is facilitating the biologically toxic field of professional astronomy for the foreseeable future.”
― Steven Magee, Toxic Altitude

“Environmental health is a rapidly emerging field of human biological science.”
― Steven Magee, Toxic Altitude

“Education and health are two sensitive areas, when they enter into the business field, they lead the community to destruction.”
― Kamaran Ihsan Salih

“Where there is grief, there once was love,... where the barren fields stand, there once was a river that ran, where the drought remains, there once was, a tender stream that flowed...”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Where there is grief, there once was love, where the barren fields stand, there once was a river that ran, where the drought remains, there once was, a tender stream that flowed.....â€�
â€� Jayita Bhattacharjee”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“The grass inside that rough grouping did look a bit patchy and yellow compared to the thigh-high greenery in the rest of the field (it stretches down to a wide acreage of mixed oaks, firs, and birches), but it was by no means dead. What caught my attention closer by was a little cluster of sumac bushes. Those weren't dead, either--at least I don't think so, but the leaves were black instead of green-streaked-with-red, and they had no shape. They were ill-formed things, somehow hard to look at. They offended the order the eye expected. I can't put it any better than that.”
― Stephen King, N.

“The day was fading. The sun was a ball of red gas, flattened at the top and bottom, sitting above the western horizon. The river was a long, bloody snake in its reflected glow, eight or ten miles distant, but the sound of it carrying to me on the still evening air. Blue-gray woods rose behind it in a series of ridges to the far horizon. I couldn't see a single house or road. Not a bird sang. It was as if I'd been tumbled back four hundred years in time. Or four million. The first white streamers of groundmist were rising out of the hay--which was high. Nobody had been in there to cut it, although that was a big field, and good graze. The mist came out of the darkening green like breath. As if the earth itself was alive.”
― Stephen King, N.

“Towards the field of no return, many march, before they marched, lies were told.
In the field, greatness lies, this is the lie the masters told the marchers.”
― Enoble Asuquo, One Are We: in fire and ash

“How the roses of meadows..the red stretches of beauty open into a laughing sky along the walk.!... Into ecstatic oblivion, I fall as the flowers shoot from tender buds and gone is the rush of life, for I settle into a deep blooming.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Wonder upon wonder and your heart opens in amazement and slowly, you begin blossoming....”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“If you were looking for whom to make a hero, look in the direction where there are farmers, for they are the ones who have conspired with nature to save humanity.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, These Words Pour Like Rain

“A sunflower field is like a sky with a thousand suns.”
― Corina Abdulahm Negura

“The deep remains dark till you tear open its secrets.Only then, sunlight comes through the raindrops.A new world opens, a world of laughter and fresh blossoms, morning breeze and flower fields.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“All that was left unsaid, blossoms today, into a wealth of poetry, for grief now breaks into light, spreading over the fields at night.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“In the splendor of dawn, is a blessing,
for the night has wept its way into the light,
and agony breaks loose into ecstasy.
This is the sunrise, spreading over the soul,
revealing the fields of light again.
This is a blessing,
turning the rivers of tears,
into rivers of gold.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Seeking out that which is long lost,
Searching out for music in the fields of grief,
Sensing peace, in torment and tears,
Finishing the unfinished melodies, that lingered for long,
This is how, light dawns over the astounding horizon.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee