Quotes About Landscape

If you don't like wind," Grandfather replied, "you don't like Montana. Because it blows here 360 days a year. Better get used to it.

När hösten kommer blir landskapet så stilla att det nästan dånar av stillhet. Och sådana höstdagar kan man höra en och annan ensam fågel skrika i stillheten som om den ropade av sorg över något förlorat.

Then the sun peeped over the edge of the prairie and the whole world glittered. Every tiniest thing glittered rosy toward the sun and pale blue toward the sky, and all along every blade of grass ran rainbow sparkles.

the old Virginia shore. So carry

Landscape-tones: brown to bronze, steep skyline, low cloud, pearl ground with shadowed oyster and violet reflections. The lion-dust of desert: prophets' tombs turned to zinc and copper at sunset on the ancient lake.

We are the children of our landscape; it dictates behavior and even thought in the measure to which we are responsive to it.

effect of place upon human temperaments.

The South is very beautiful but its beauty makes one sad because the lives that people live here, and have lived here, are so ugly.

The nature of a society is largely determined by the direction in which talent and ambition flow - by the tilt of the social landscape.

It occurred to Bo that Texas songs were always about the sky because there simply wasn't anything else. No hill, no mound, not even a ripple of earth to break the dizzying sweep of the eye toward infinity. "Flat," she decided, was a term insufficient to the terrain. It was more than that. It was actually a negative pull, an inverted gasp of ground beneath a firmament so boundless it might threaten the sanity of even those who weren't already pushing the edge.

We cut down (after much deliberation) two big prickly bushes that were growing together like eyebrows at either side of our small path.

Journeys are the midwives of thought. Few places are more conducive to internal conversations than moving planes, ships or trains. There is an almost quaint correlation between what is before our eyes and the thoughts we are able to have in our heads: large thoughts at times requiring large views, and new thoughts, new places. Introspective reflections that might otherwise be liable to stall are helped along by the flow of the landscape.

Introspective reflections that might otherwise be liable to stall are helped along by the flow of the landscape...

It could be a Michael Powell film or a page from the diaries of Denton Welch...the field would make a good Brideshead-like beginning for a film: as it is now and as it was then...'There is nothing I would want to alter or improve. Unattended to, disregarded (though it's grade 1 listed) it is just as the past should be.

There was a freshness about her that the surrounding harsh landscape had failed to eliminate

when your feelings are properly cultivated, when that part of your life is strong and healthy, then your responses to the world will be adequate to what the world is really like. To have your feelings moved by the beauty of a landscape is to respond to that landscape in the way that it deserves;

The relentless onslaught of this stupefying imagery that pounds our inner landscapes flat, a carpet-bombing of the mind. The language of the world, that overwhelms us.

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

The trees kept coming into my dreams at night, too, with their long swags of shadow changing the landscape of the bedroom wall.

Powell was first of all a scientist with a deep curiosity about nature, and this curiosity motivated his explorations. Because Powell viewed the landscape and waterscape as a scientist, he realized that the arid West couldn't fit into America's Manifest Destiny dreams, and thus he became a pioneering conservationist.

Youth is in a grand flush, like the hot days of ending summer and pleasant dreams thrall your spirit, like the smoky atmosphere that bathes the landscape of an August day.

I watch a white landscape that turns pale green, dark green, yellow and red, brown under bare branches, until snow falls again.

I live in a landscape, which every single day of my life is enriching.

There is an eternal landscape, a geography of the soul; we search for its outline all our lives.