Quotes About Terrain

Hell is reimagined by each generation. Its terrain is surveyed for absurdities and remade in a fresher mold; its terrors are scrutinized and, if necessary, reinvented to suit the current climate of atrocity; its architecture is redesigned to appall the eye of the modern damned.

eight miles to the southwest.

spit of sand is in 52 degrees latitude, 521?2 longitude, and from the spit of sand to the other part

there may be a matter of five leagues," he observed. This is what he saw: a series of mounds, covered with tufts of grass

on rock, in gravel, and alluvial mud, under the bright sky of

From afar, we know we have a great land, dominated by so many different forms of terrain, and we've got amazing and unique animals, and the climate, the beauty and the brutality of it. But I think the detail, and the intimate element of it, I think we're kind of a little bit lost on it.

The earth fell away on every side equally in its arcature and by these limits were they circumscribed and of them were they locus.

earthen berm that ran next to the nearest set of tracks.

A city park in this fix, afflicted (for in such cases it is an affliction) with a good-sized terrain, is figuratively in the same position as a large store in a bad economic location.

We've created an unnatural form of running. It's not just the shoes, but we run on artificial surfaces - straight ahead, hard and steady - instead of speeding up and slowing down, reacting to the terrain with changes of pace and rhythm.

Titan is Saturn's largest moon, and, until Cassini had arrived, there was the largest single expanse of unexplored terrain that we had remaining in our solar system.

I like to think that I can run, but I remember once running up and down through different terrains while on set in Iceland, and I face planted.

it was through constructing a network of railways across some of Europe's most arduous terrain that the newly formed Italian nation won a reputation for ingenuity and adventurous construction projects.

I shall speak, not of self, but of geography.

the defences where a creek runs

All those fascinating varieties of terrain—mountains and valleys, fiords and straits, gulfs and streams—that make Europe a panorama of diverse delight, have broken the population of a minor continent into a score of peoples cherishing their differences, and self-imprisoned in their heritage of hate.

Behind the smokehouse that summer, Ringo and I had a living map. Although Vicksburg was just a handful of chips from the woodpile and the River a trench scraped into the packed earth with the point of a hoe, it (river, city, and terrain) lived, possessing even in miniature that ponderable though massive recalcitrance of topography which outweighs artillery, against which the most brilliant of victories and the most tragic of defeats are but the loud noises of the moment.

irregularly as though it were farm land.

Mounting a large rock, I was able to see a considerable body of the enemy moving by the flank in rear of their line engaged, and passing from the direction of the foot of Great Round Top through the valley toward the front of my left.

If we strike a line to the N.W. from Sydney to Wellington Valley, we shall find that little change takes place in the geological features of the country.

Every one knows how the snow lies in the valleys of the Alps, forming a plain which slopes gradually downward towards the outlet Imagine such a valley ten miles across, with just such a sloping plain, not of snow but of earth.

Geography is the art of the mappable.

As water shapes its flow in accordance with the ground, so an army manages its victory in accordance with the situation of the enemy.

Ground which can be freely traversed by both sides is called accessible.