Quotes About Landscape

And that was how Sebastian travelled across this alien landscape, trundling along on Lily's yellow scooter, his black coat flapping behind him, like some weird, majestic bird. On a scooter.

I like to direct landscapes just as I like to direct actors and animals.

Transformations were taking place here, and as much as I had felt part of a "natural" landscape on my trek to the lighthouse, I could not deny that these habitats were transitional in a deeply unnatural way. A perverse sense of relief overtook me; at least now I had proof of something strange happening, along with the brain tissue the anthropologist had taken from the skin of the Crawler.

Iceland is a little country far north in the cold sea.

The hammerhead crane brandished its fist to the east; to the west loomed the building ways cages. Around all of it, railroad tracks spiraled into whorls of paisley. The diving barge had gone.

In deep night, when I listen to sounds of the rainforest, I feel like I've returned to my mission. The landscapes are nothing alike. I see now that the place I've been yearning for is my own imagination. It was with me before and will be always. It's in every children's book.

Catherine's face was just like the landscape—shadows and sunshine flitting over it in rapid succession; but the shadows rested longer, and the sunshine was more transient.

No wonder the grass grows up between the flags, and cattle are the only hedge- cutters.

In winter nothing more dreary, in summer nothing more divine, than those glens shut in by hills, and those bluff, bold swells of heath.

In all the lonely landscape round I see no sight and hear no sound Except the wind that far away Comes sighing over the heathy sea

Vancouver city was more beautiful to look at across the water than to be in.

There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons- That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes- Heavenly Hurt, it gives us- We can find no scar, But internal difference, Where the Meanings, are- None may teach-Any- 'Tis the Seal Despair- An imperial affliction Sent us of the air- When it comes, the Landscape listens- Shadows-hold their breath- When it goes.'tis like the Distance On the look of Death-

And the snows come hurrying from the hills

A purely state-based patriotism is not necessarily ineffective, since the very existence and functions of the modern territorial citizen-state constantly involve its inhabitants in its affairs, and, inevitably, provide an institutional or procedural 'landscape' which is unlike any other such landscape and is the setting for their lives, which it largely determines.

Every woman's body is an intimate landscape. The hills, the valleys, the narrow ledges, the riverbanks, the sudden eruptions of soft or crinkling hair. Here are the plains, the fine dry slopes. Here are the woods, here is the smooth path to the only door I wish to walk through. Eleanor's body is the landscape of my true home.

Thin ribbons of fear snake bluely through you like a system of rivers. We need a cloudburst or soothing landscape fast, to still this panic. Maybe a field of dracaena, or a vast stand of sugar pines—generous, gum-yielding trees—to fill our minds with vegetable wonder and keep dread at bay.

People here had redwood trees in their backyards. You were never far from the infinite.

Enfrente, a su espalda, a sus costados, estaban las otras cumbres: Oz, Cuatro Cruces, los agudos colmillos de Sagrado, Vientoduro. Más allá, la lejanía del Negromonte. Casí transparente, más allá de los pinares y las hayas, se adivinaba la ingrata zona de las Artámilas, con su hambre y su miseria.

I remember [Meyer] Schapiro telling us that before Cézanne, there had always been a place in landscape painting where the viewer could walk into the picture. There was an entrance; you could go there, like walking into a park. But this was not true of Cézanne's landscapes, which were cut off absolutely, abstracted from their context. You could not walk into them—you could enter them only through art, by leaping. Anatole Broyard, Kafka Was the Rage

If these influences are reversed—and they can be—an environment designed around the true needs of individuals, conducive to the formation of community and preservation of the landscape, becomes possible.

I'm very attracted to the great open spaces of the West.

I'll tell you what, it doesn't get more beautiful than the west of Ireland. Connemara and County Derry are quite stunning, really.

I've lived out West some... I've always liked the High Plains areas - eastern Colorado, eastern Wyoming, western Nebraska.

The valley we lived in could easily be the setting for a fantasy novel or a prairie western novel. It could be anything.