Quotes About Landscape

The lifestyle that an artist can have, the freedom to wander in the landscape with no real pressure or deadlines, was a very attractive one.

Life is a plain canvas where you paint your own story, choosing your own characters, the shades and the landscape.

El remolino de cada paisaje, que siempre es distinto, nos invade el cerebro y también, por qué no, el corazón. Sólo entonces tomamos conciencia de que nosotros también somos paisaje.

Así con la playa vacía, las olas se vuelven imponentes, son ellas solas las que gobiernan el paisaje. En ese sentido me reconozco lamentablemente dócil, maleable. Veo ese mar implacable y desolado, tan orgulloso de su espuma y de su coraje, apenas mancillado por gaviotas ingenuas, casi irreales, y de inmediato me refugio en una irresponsable admiración.

Twentieth-century British mathematician G.H. Hardy also believed that the human function is to "discover or observe" mathematics rather than to invent it. In other words, the abstract landscape of mathematics was there, waiting for mathematical explorers to reveal it.

We need a grassroots movement and government policies and programs to change the food landscape and the built environment to give our children a chance to have happy, healthy successful lives.

Recall that the recently resurgent, militarized U.S. police forces have grown up at the same time as the spectacular rise of the U.S. prison industry. Indeed, the buildup of the U.S. prison archipelago, with its unprecedented rate of construction is itself a kind of spectacle, a grand SWAT operation worked upon our social landscape. Both the rise of prisons and the rising up of militarized policing make a show of spectacular force in the nation today.

I am made of pieces and of the spaces between them where other pieces used to be. I am a landscape of loss. Most of me is the memory of where else, and who else, and with whom, I have been and no longer am.

It was a monstrous big river down there.

We saw a faraway town sleeping in a valley by a winding river; and beyond it, on a hill, a vast gray fortress, with towers and turrets, the first I had ever seen, out of a picture."Bridgeport?" said I, pointing."Camelot," said he.

They say that if the Swiss had designed these mountains they'd be rather flatter.

Scotland is a soggy sort it place, where birds and animals walk around uncooked

I despair of the Republic! Such dreariness, such whining sallow women, such utter absence of the amenities, such crass food, crass manners, crass landscape!! What a horror it is for a whole nation to be developing without the sense of beauty, and eating bananas for breakfast.

You know you're an Arizona native when... a rainy day puts you in a good mood.

I felt both puny and pretentious, trying to write in the grandeur of that natural world where everything was older than time and I was the briefest object in the landscape.

Slowly we wound uphill past fields and thick forest until we reached the eastern edge of the Rift Valley. Far below, as far as I could see, lay the golden plain ringed by blue mountains. It was true, it was there, and more magical than I had ever pictured it.

The sun was soft honey and rose colored along the horizon; the old trees were deep black silhouettes against it, with long purple shadows sliding out from their earth-slippered feet.

Delaware River.

Each man, when he dies, sees the landscape of his own soul.

There is no hell, John Temsland. Each man, when he dies, sees the landscape of his own soul.

There is no hell… each man, when he dies, sees the landscape of his own soul.

Silence was the cure, if only temporarily, silence and geography. But of what was I being cured? I do not know, have never known. I only know the cure. Silence, and no connections except to landscape.

But one of the attributes of love, like art, is to bring harmony and order out of chaos, to introduce meaning and affect where before there was none, to give rhythmic variations, highs and lows to a landscape that was previously flat

The sun was high, midday, and I knew we had to be getting close to the point where Kaden and I would leave the caravan. Whatever landscape we passed, I saw none of it. My insides were raw—shredded from one end to the other by someone who I had thought loved me. Yes, it was the longest twelve miles of my life. Orrin,