Quotes About Landscape

O my America of the plains and the mountains and the valleys and the rivers and the canyons... It is with j'ust such patriotic incantations as these that I have begun to put myself to sleep at night, after jerking off into my sock.

The mown grass is growing again nearly to our knees; we will take a second crop of hay from this field, rich and green and starred with moon daisies, buttercups and the bright, blowsy heads of poppies.

El tiempo había cambiado, desaparecían las nubes y ante él se extendía una llanura cubierta de un tapiz blanco y ondulante.

fixing our thoughts on Jesus requires time, for true reflection cannot happen with a glance. No one can see the beauty of the country as he hurries through it on the interstate. It is only when we sit still and gaze that the landscape fills our souls.

The sediments are a sort of epic poem of the earth.

First, it is a mistake to presume to know anyone's internal emotional landscape based on what external emotional signals they seem to be sending. Second, you can apologize for something you have done, but only a fool apologizes for things that other people have done, for he has no authority to do that.

The undulant road winds across hills, down into hollows where mist slithers through the darkness like a procession of spirits proceeding toward their fate. The mountains, worn low by millennia of weather, offer no steep palisades, only rolling slopes that suggest that the landscape was inspired by the female form.

We whizzed along down through the skeleton remnants of Iowa.

One small, orange flower that looked as if it had fallen down here from Andromeda, surrounded by a part of the world cast mainly in eleven hundred shades of brown, under a sky whose blueness seemed to get lost in it's own distances.

under Midwestern clouds like great grey brains

I heard you went to Ireland...I haven't seen it in many years. Is it still green then, and beautiful? Wet as a bath sponge and mud to the knees but, aye, it was green enough.

Dawn was coming up in streaks and slashes over the foggy moor.

Twilight was rising beyond the window, from field and wood and river. People spoke of night falling, but it didn't, really. Darkness rose, filling first the hollows, then shadowing the slopes, creeping imperceptibly up tree trunks and fenceposts as night swallowed the ground and rose up to join the greater dark of the star-spread sky above

ornamental yew bushes. There

That green stuff outside is grass, and the yellow stuff coming down on it is sunshine.

From the mountains to the prairies,To the oceans white with foam,God bless America,My home sweet home!

And I believe the Russian people will soon be drawn to the south, to the sea and the sun.

I had a farm in Africa, at the foot of the Ngong Hills.

An invisible landscape conditions the visible one

Chi vuole guardare bene la terra deve tenersi alla distanza necessaria.

Each city receives its form from the desert it opposes.

un paesaggio invisibile condiziona quello visibile, tutto ciò che si muove al sole è spinto dall'onda che batte chiusa sotto il cielo calcareo della roccia.

The city displays one face to the traveler arriving overland and a different one to him who arrives by sea.

Cada ciudad recibe su forma del desierto al que se opone; y así ven el camellero y el marinero a Despina, ciudad fronteriza entre dos desiertos.