Quotes About Landscape

Genesee beer. The great outdoors in a glass.

For a small island [Great Britain], the place is remarkably diverse.

Health is the first muse, comprising the magical benefits of air, landscape, and bodily exercise on the mind.

The sigh of History rises over ruins, not over landscapes, and in the Antilles there are few ruins to sigh over, apart from the ruins of sugar estates and abandoned forts.

Visual surprise is natural in the Caribbean; it comes with the landscape, and faced with its beauty, the sigh of History dissolves.

It's a landscape that has to be seen to be believed. And, as I say on occasion, it may have to be believed in order to be seen.

I think America is amazing for its landscape and its history. California is beautiful, New York is beautiful, but when you're a gypsy at heart, it probably suits you to be traveling.

My childhood home backed onto wheat and cotton fields.

Geography is the study of earth as the home of people

Prescott National Forest is right on the edge of my home in Arizona.

O Mary, go and call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, Across the sands o' Dee!

At the front of my home, in the garden, is a huge piece of clear quartz.

Now I really feel the landscape, I can be bold and include every tone of pink and blue: it's enchanting, it's delicious, and I hope it will please you.

Everywhere's been where it is ever since it was first put there. It's called geography.

Lagos was the ultimate dysfunctional city - but actually, in terms of all the initiatives and ingenuity, it mobilised an incredibly beautiful, almost utopian landscape of independence and agency.

The good building is not one that hurts the landscape, but one which makes the landscape more beautiful than it was before the building was built.

Without geography you're nowhere.

In a mist the heights can for the most part see each other; but the valleys cannot.

Art invites us to become explorers and excavators of our vast internal landscapes, discovering new terrain and digging deep into the past to unearth forgotten experiences and emotion.

From Uluru—the great monolith at the heart of the modern continent—it would have been a mere stroll to the beach.

Drake took in the grove of poplar and chestnut trees standing to one side of the cabin, providing a warmer shade than the mountains. At their feet spread a carpet of abundant wildflowers blooming with early color. Chicory with its blue-fringed petals stood proudly on long spindly stems, seeming to wave at them in welcome. Purple spiderwort and common mullein dotted the landscape. Nearer the cabin was a cluster of showy orchids, bloomed out in purple and white.

THIS RIPENESS Thin roads splice field to field in the early light; under the trees, many pears lie opening to the ground. This ripeness is the landscape I want, a hand on the kitchen table passing from sunlight to shadow, warm wood to cool, and back, behind me the bright jars ranked on their shelves—harvest of rutted lanes, too small for naming, that lead, one to another, through the day.

The buildings, covered by red tiled roofs, undulate over the hillsides like a drift of wildflowers.

Morning mists skulked over the river.