Quotes About Hillside

the guard house of the bloodiest valley in Britain. One is not surprised to learn that an early owner was boiled alive by impatient neighbours; there is a menace about the massive walls, about the rain-soaked hillside, about the dreary gurgle of the river.

In the crowded and difficult conditions of a steep hillside, houses have had to struggle to establish their territory and to survive.

Hunting territory: The open hillside Camp: Shallow scoop in hillside Unique battle skill: Speed and agility

The Devil lurked nearby in our Kansas town, an evil that was as natural and physical as a hillside.

Meditation is old and honorable, so why should I not sit, every morning of my life, on the hillside, looking into the shining world? Because, properly attended to, delight, as well as havoc, is suggestion. — Mary Oliver, from "What I Have Learned So Far," New and Selected Poems . (Beacon Press; Reprint, 2001 edition July 1, 1993)

I was back on the scented hillside with the moon coming out above the ruins of the temple where nothing remains now of the Goddess but her night-owls brooding. So

The village is perched on a precipitous hillside, and the houses are built in tiers, one up behind the other, the floor of one level with the roof of the next. The whole village looks as if it were just about to slide into the depths of the valley below.

But of these things I must not now speak. I will tell only of the lone tomb in the darkest of the hillside thickets.

The landscape artist had captured a distant prospect of an ancient hillside, surmounted by cyprus and a few tumbled columns; the mood was one of desolation and peace, a glorious past recalled, and now thankfully put to rest.

They were going through the Cahuenga Pass. Bosch looked out his window and up the hillside, searching for his house nestled in among the others in the folds of the mountain. He thought he saw a glimpse of the back deck sticking out over the brown brush.

I ate three before I even touched my tea. They were sweet and crumbly, and succulent with melting butter. She talked on merrily again, to me, to the dog – I wasn't sure which. I wasn't really listening. I was looking out of the window behind her. The sun was bursting through the clouds and lighting the hillside.

sun-dappled hillside could provoke such powerful feelings? In this radiant paradise of a world I felt deeply the privation of years of wandering through life blind to the beauty around me.

Isserley walked along the path the generations of sheep-flocks had made, up the tiers of the hill. In her mind, she was already

To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden

Într-o lupt? cu niÈ™te È›igani, chiar aici pe dealurile din spatele Istanbulului, am câÈ™tigat o fat? din Basarabia.

The hillside before them blurred, as if a curtain of wind-blown sand rose before it. A churning wind roiled through this strange mist.

The burden of grief she had carried with her to the hillside earlier was gone, vanquished by the storm of his loving. She'd left it amid the fallen leaves of autumn, beneath the scattering of winter snow that covered three graves. She'd buried it beneath the frozen ground that held prisoner the body of the baby boy she'd borne and buried by herself.

Silently night appears, a wild thing bleeding Which slowly sinks to earth on the hillside.

There's a fire on the hillside just above Skyland and it's like to go wild if we

Some lesser husbands built a latrine on the hillside.

Knee-deep in the wild oats of the hillside grazed two horses, chestnut-sorrels the pair of them, perfectly matched, warm and golden in the sunshine, their spring-coats a sheen of high-lights shot through with color-flashes that glowed like fiery jewels.

A few miles south of Soledad, the Salinas River drops in close to the hillside bank and runs deep and green. The water is warm too, for it has slipped twinkling over the yellow sands in the sunlight before reaching the narrow pool.

A few miles south of Soledad, the Salinas River drops in close to the hillside bank and runs deep and green.

Why faintest thou! I wanderd till I died. Roam on! The light we sought is shining still. Dost thou ask proof? Our tree yet crowns the hill, Our Scholar travels yet the loved hillside.