Quotes About Landscape

They drove through the town of Collegeville on Route 29, a winding two-lane road, and continued past colonial vintage houses, then rolling hills and pastured horses. The farmland turned into a vast open space, and Christine sensed they were approaching the prison. "I think we're almost there," she said, glancing over. Lauren

rain obliterated the outlines of the houses

Now he saw another elephant emerge from the place where it had stood hidden in the trees. Very slowly it walked to the mutilated body and looked down. With its sinuous trunk it struck the huge corpse; then it reached up, broke some leafy branches with a snap, and draped them over the mass of torn thick flesh. Finally it tilted its massive head, raised its trunk, and roared into the empty landscape.

now he knew that there were communities everywhere, sprinkled across the vast landscape of the known world, in which people suffered. Not always from beatings and hunger, the way he had. But from ignorance. From not knowing. From being kept from knowledge.

You can stand at the edge of the meadow and look across to Sweden!

there were communities everywhere, sprinkled across the vast landscape of the known world, in which people suffered. Not always from beatings and hunger, the way he had. But from ignorance. From not knowing. From being kept from knowledge.

For Kirsti, the soldiers were simply part of the landscape, something that had always been there, on every corner, as unimportant as lampposts, throughout her remembered life

The clouds hung like dark, blowing tapestries in the gaps of the hills.

It was a sea of horns above the red, brown, brindle, and white-splashed backs of the steers.

see perhaps four and a half miles, and the lookout

vantage point on the ridge he could see a green, forested valley where

make the drive, skirting the mesa

The dirt is picturesque, so I don't mind.

Gnarled olive trees covered the hills with their dusky foliage, fruit hung golden in the orchard, and great scarlet anemones fringed the roadside, while beyond green slopes and craggy heights, the Maritime Alps rose sharp and white against the blue Italian sky.

El viento silbaba por encima de las abatidas colinas, el agua caía en forma de lúgubre llovizna, y el ocaso se cernió sobre el paisaje. Pero los ojos del hombre tranquilo penetraban la niebla con la misma calma que si tuviera ante sí un radiante arco de promesas extendiéndose por la grisura del cielo.

An aerial view of John D.'s golf hideaway in Lakewood, New Jersey.

Maybe that was what happened when people grew up in a place where mountains shut them in, kept everything turned inward, buffered them from everything else. How long did it take before that landscape become internalized, was passed down from generation to generation like blood type or eye color?

sloped down to distant cliffs; farmland, ribboned with yellow gorse, broken by outcrops of granite, and patchworked into dozens of small fields. Like a quilt, thought Virginia, and saw the pasture fields as scraps of green velvet, the greenish gold of new-cut hay as shining satin, the

The red sands of Marrakesh, sprawling at the foot of the Atlas like a wounded Leviathan....

Of all the trees that grow so fair Old England to adorn, Greater are none beneath the Sun Than Oak, and Ash and Thorn.

It's a landscape that controls you, sits you down and says, Shut up, pal, I'm in charge here.

It was only in an urban landscape, amid straight lines and architecture, that she could situate herself in human time and history.

As we moved from Tokyo the world became greener.

The landscape of his poetry was still the desert...