Quotes About Landscape

They, too, knew this beautiful and harrowing landscape, centuries dead; they'd had the experience of looking up from their books with fifth-century eyes and finding the world disconcertingly sluggish and alien, as if it were not their home.

Novel-writing can be a cold-blooded business. One uses whatever happens to be lying around in memory and employs it to suit one's end….Then, again, during the months whilst one is writing about the past, a story is colored by what presently is happening to its writer. So, imperceptibly, the tone of voice changes, original intentions slip away. And I found myself looking through another window at a darker landscape inhabited by neither the present nor the past.

Light slanting down across Alode the Cliff illuminated a hundred forests; the irradiated foliage seemed to glow with internal light: bitter lime, intense gray-blue given pointillist fire by scarlet seed-pots, dark umber, black-blue, black-green

And so it seemed to her that he had always been a part of the landscape of her life, this great white bear. She brought him rosehips to sweeten his days, tried to explain how, once they had been flowers, but now were seeds. He had never seen a rose. He told her stories, coloured with every shade of white, and spoke of a sky that danced with lights. She felt that he understood how the world began, how it might end. And, even before they met, he walked in her dreams.

Dusk came earlier in the valley than in places outside the mountains' muscular shadows.

Cutters read the land like a text. They search the manuscript of the ground for irregularities in its narration. They know the plots and the images by heart. They can see where the punctuation goes. They are landscape grammarians, got the Ph.D. in reading dirt.

Architects should make houses into gardens, and gardens into houses.

Samuel Johnson Is Indignant: that Scotland has so few trees.

The universe, the landscape, it is all changing. It has not changed enough-that is a given- but it is changing, and evolution is something to embrace. Racism is alive and well and we still encounter microaggressions on a regular basis, bat at least now we can go home and close the door and enjoy some entertainment, see ourselves on-screen, imagine ourselves as superheroes and goddesses. Before, you got hassled, you went home, and you had nothing. That's the difference

Charlie had been doing something to the hedge; it was not exactly trimmed, but its disorder was now angular instead of bunchy.

Before this insight, one might have been tempted to think of evolution as a completely random walk across a fitness landscape, in other words a series of steps in multidimensional sequence space where no region is more likely to be explored than any other region. But it turns out that, due to the power of selection and quasispecies, there are biases in evolution's walk through the genetic possibilities of life.

Collapsed roofs "hung at an angle and looked as if they were still sliding down, perpetually falling, like a waterfall." Leningrad now literally resembled one of the fractured Cubist landscapes of the 1920s avant-garde — or, as Ginzburg remarked, one of Vsevolod Meyerhold's stage sets.

in this country where an hour's train ride will take you from Siberian snow into African desert, unity of population is hardly to be expected.

Appalachia was Appalachia, regardless of boundaries someone had set an eternity ago. A land of breathtaking beauty, of steep hills and rolling mountains

a garden some forty feet away, on the other side of the town wall

Emigrant Gap. Califo

The two divinest things the world has got— A lovely woman and a rural spot.

Yet here was a scattered grove of trees, none of them of any particular grandeur.

What I am interested in now is the landscape. Pictures without people. I wouldn't be surprised if eventually there are no people in my pictures. It is so emotional.

I think that both musicals and opera have a capacity to get to an inner emotional landscape.

In parts of Montana, salt concentrations in soil water, have reached those double those of seawater.

Art that arises out of the inner landscape, and is connected to our lived experience, illuminates the darkness and heals the soul.

Everyone should just drive out to the Mojave Desert and just experience it, and it's a fun place to live.

do you know the land where the lemon-trees blossom;where the golden oranges glow in the dark foliage''.