Quotes About Landscape

While the river of life glides along smoothly, it remains the same river; only the landscape on either bank seems to change.

but the view was utterly breathtaking. She felt as if she were in the middle of a living, breathing painting in a million shades of green.

Everywhere in Edinburgh is uphill. This doesn't seem like it can possibly be true, but it is.

Home. When it rains, you can smell the leaves in the forest and the sand. It's all so small and mild, the landscape surrounding the lake, so manageable. The leaves and the sand are so close, it's as if you might, if you wanted, pull them on over your head. And the lake always laps at the shore so gently, licking the hand you dip into it like a young dog, and the water is soft and shallow.

There's about a hundred shades of green in a Minnesota summer, light like celery, deep like emeralds. You wouldn't think one color could have so many different flavors.

The screaming of the beasts becomes louder. One can no longer distinguish whence in this now quiet silvery landscape it comes; ghostly, invisible, it is everywhere, between heaven and earth it rolls on immeasurably.

He drove the car back through the night to Paris. The hedges and orchards of Normandy flew past him. The moon hung oval and large in the misty sky. The ship was forgotten. Only the landscape remained. The landscape, the smell of hay and ripe apples, the silence and the deep peace of the inevitable

Es tevi ?oti m?lu," sac?ju. "Es m?lu tevi un šo mirkli, un vasaru, kas dr?z paies, un šo ainavu, un š?s atvadas, un pirmoreiz sav? m?ž? — sevi pašu, jo esmu k? spogulis, kur? tu spogu?ojies, un t? es tevi divk?rt ieg?stu. Lai sv?t?ts šis vakars un š? stunda!

An artist, he paints with lakes and wooded slopes, with lawns and banks and forest-covered hills. — Daniel Burnham talking about Frederick Law Olmstead

To produce the kind of landscape effects Olmsted strived to create required not months but years, even decades. I have all my life been considering distant effects and always sacrificing immediate success and applause to that of the future, he wrote. In laying out Central Park we determined to think of no result to be realized in less than forty years.

In laying out Central Park we determined to think of no result to be realized in less than forty years.

Another raid followed on January 31, during which nine airships flew as far as Liverpool, along the way sending terrifying shadows scudding across the landscape of Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice.

The checkerboarded fields of the Imperial Valley were refreshingly green with irrigated crops. Then the highline canal stretched like a huge snake below the plane and immediately the desert took over. It was as abrupt as that. Below the highline canal irrigation had turned the desert into a rich, fertile area. On the other side of the canal there was nothing but sand and a long straight ribbon of paved highway.

It is by riding a bicycle that you learn the contours of a country best, since you have to sweat up the hills and coast down them.

In Dostoevsky there were things unbelievable and not to be believed, but some so true they changed you as you read them; frailty and madness, wickedness and saintliness, and the insanity of gambling were there to know as you knew the landscape and the roads in turgenev

He thought of the Riviera, as it was then before it had all been built up, with the lovely stretches of blue sea and the sand beaches and the stretches of pine woods and the mountains of the Esterel going out into the sea. He remembered it as it was when he and Zelda had first found it before people went there for the summer.

You cannot imagine how one can tire of pine trees.

My father knew our way mile by mile; by day or by night, he knew where we were. Everything that changed under our eyes, in the flying countryside, was the known world to him, the imagination to me. Each in our own way, we hungered for all this: my father and I were in no other respect or situation so congenial.

I prefer winter and Fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape — the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show.

She goes out at night more often now; the landscape assembles itself about her, she informs it with her presence. She is its significance.

Sea; sand; a sky that melts into the sea--a landscape of misty pastels with a look about it of being continiously on the point of melting.

At length the grandeur of the mountains becomes monotonous; with familiarity, the landscape ceases to provoke awe and wonder and the traveller sees the alps with the indifferent eye of those who always live there.

The painting was fantastic, even though this one didn't have mustangs in it. It was simply a landscape of a snowy field and trees and distant mountains,

The bougainvillea hung about it, purple and magenta, in livid balloons.