Quotes About Landscape

Good industry analysis does not just list pluses and minuses but sees an industry in overall, systemic terms. P.29

You could travel mile after empty mile seeing nobody, nothing—just the rugged Meseta—and then happen upon an ancient village of a hundred homes, all conjoined and crowded together, enjambed and encircling a church, a castle, each village with its Franco-era frontón, linked, for better or worse, in prayer, in drink, in song. I

Once beyond Philadelphia, the state opens into hills and mountains and broad, flat valleys.

De eeuwigheid van de kindertijd is een korte eeuwigheid, maar dat weet hij nog niet; het landschap glijdt voorbij.

The sun shone on the meadows and woods like a trusted employee.

I've always said that the actor is only an element of the image, rarely the most important. The actor is important with his dialogue, with the landscape, with a gesture but the actor in himself is nothing.

Instead of the monotonous horizons of the far north, all the landscape around K2 has the richest variety of design, the greatest majesty of form and an infinite diversity of plane and perspective… The scale is far too vast for one to receive an impression of the whole at once. The eye can only take in single portions.

a terra pertence ao dono, mas a paisagem pertence a quem a sabe olhar.

Pluto was part of their mental landscape, the one they had constructed to organize their thinking about the solar system and their own place within it. Pluto seemed like the edge of existence. Ripping Pluto out of that landscape caused what felt like an inconceivably empty hole.

Nell'ottavo mese lunare, in autunno avanzato, distese sconfinate di sorgo scintillavano come un mare di sangue.

But as soon as a new party rapidly gains the ability to project muscle more effectively, invokes tradition or moral code in a more alluring way, presents a more persuasive pitch, or offers a larger reward, power will shift and reorganize the landscape, potentially in drastic ways.

The solutions to the new challenges of international cooperation—ultimately, of sharing the planet—will emerge in a landscape where power is easier to obtain and harder to use or even to keep.

Sloping as gracefully as thighs, the foothills narrow to this, clouds over every town finally indicate the stored destruction.

What do you want – a cliff over a city? A foreland, sloped to sea and overgrown with roses? These people live here.

All is in the land and the land reflects in all.

Loneliness is an aspect of the land. All things in the plain are isolate; there is no confusion of objects in the eye, but one hill or one tree or one man. To look upon that landscape in the early morning, with the sun at your back, is to lose the sense of proportion. Your imagination comes to life, and this, you think, is where Creation was begun.

And the journey is an evocation of three things in particular: a landscape that is incomparable, a time that is gone forever, and the human spirit, which endures.

Loneliness is an aspect of the land. All things in the plain are isolated; there is no confusion of objects in the eye, but one hill or one tree or one man. To look upon that landscape in the early morning, with the sun at your back, is to lose the sense of proportion. Your imagination comes to life, and this, you think, is where Creation was begun.

The gospels] are not merely antiquarian documents telling a strange story about a powerful but now long-gone moment of history. They are the moment of sunrise on a new morning, casting a strange glory over the landscape and inviting all readers to wake up, rub the sleep from their eyes, and come out to enjoy the fully dawned day and give themselves to its tasks.

That's it on the maps; nature doesn't acknowledge frontiers. Neither can ecology... Where to begin to understand what we've only got a computerspeak label for, ecosystem ? Where to decide it begins.

the way the dew sparkled as if a careless hand had spilled a thousand translucent gemstones on the lush green blades

From here, the rocks looked like sharp teeth, ready to bite and tear and rip. She tightened her hold as the icy wind threatened to tumble her into their unforgiving jaws. "Where

You know you're an Arizona native when you "hug" a cactus only once in your lifetime.

Then, as we turned the final curve past the abandoned little hamlet of Ballydubh, with the village almost out of sight, he forced me to turn around and take in the full sweep of the mountains and the sea. "And there", he said, "is your An Clohan. You had best said good-bye, now.