Quotes About Landscape

Ah, you noticed that black sheep on the hills aren't nearly as plentiful as the white. They're a particularly hardy lot.

I stress the uniqueness of the Australian landscape and its metaphysical and mythic content.

La popolazione di Montevideo occupa invece un paese bellissimo, irrigato da ruscelli, intersecato da valli.

early on Monday evening, when the sky was the color of a velvet ribbon falling over the hills.

In no time the perennial borders were thick with rosy-pink foxglove and cream-colored lilies, each of which hung like a pendant, collecting dew on its satiny petals.

and taking their time, walking slowly, like tourists, even though this is a landscape they know inside out. The streetlamps cast a hazy glow, the light of a dream you're not quite finished waking from. Fireflies drift across the lawns.

was a spectacular and lonely landscape that I wished my father could see. I wished he could take off his shoes and climb over the rocks and wave to me and that he would be here in this world once again, if only for a few hours.

You don't have to worry about the curse anymore," she'd reassured him as they'd walked along the landscape of their past

The sand here, at their feet as they looked down from the dry cliff, was dark gray, the color of a thundercloud. The

The wind was just above them. It seemed to skim the tops of the surrounding dunes, bending the grass. But here the sun on his knees and on his forearm felt warm.

un campo que parecía sujeto por olas de hielo de borde azulado.

When I first enjoyed this superb view, one glowing April day, Jess read aloud, from the summit of the Pacheco Pass, the Central Valley, but little trampled or plowed as yet, was one furred, rich sheet of golden compositae, and the luminous wall of the mountains shone in all its glory. Then it seemed to me the Sierra should be called not the Nevada, or Snowy Range, but the Range of Light. Golden compositae, George thought. How easy it was to forget the mountains, just a drive away.

Reality had briefly slid aside one of its black, opaque panels, to give him a glimpse of the gears that ticked behind it. Saunders had discovered a universal constant, like gravity or the quantum nature of light. No matter where you went—no matter how ancient the traditions, no matter how grand the history, no matter how awe-inspiring the landscape—there was always a market for a cheap Happy Meal.

It was a spectral Manhattan, a double-exposed landscape where the past folded back over on itself in overlapping decades.

Clouds hid the peaks and only their flanks were visible beneath a murky ceiling.

Haarlem Village or

A farm includes the passion of the farmer's heart, the interest of the farm's customers, the biological activity in the soil, the pleasantness of the air about the farm — it's everything touching, emanating from, and supplying that piece of landscape. A farm is virtually a living organism. The tragedy of our time is that cultural philosophies and market realities are squeezing life's vitality out of most farms.

Knowst thou the land where the lemon trees bloom,Where the gold orange glows in the deep thicket's gloom,Where a wind ever soft from the blue heaven blows,And the groves are of laurel and myrtle and rose?

To me the mountain mass lies nobly mute, The whences and the whys I don't dispute. When Nature by and in herself was founded, In purity the earthen sphere she rounded. In summit and in gorge did pleasure seek, And threaded cliff to cliff and peak to peak; Then did she fashion sloping hills at peace And gently down into the vale release. All greens and grows, and to her gay abundance Your swirling lunacies are sheer redundance.

The town itself is disagreeable; but then, all around, you find an inexpressible beauty of nature.

Something unpronounceable followed by a long silence points out my life is becoming a landscape.

I believe there's a landscape that exists underneath everything that we can see in present-day stuff. And I think that makes life kind of a detective story.

But he talked like the kisses were sort of a joke, merely something fun to do so as not to waste the beauty of the evening and the drama of the landscape. pg. 91

there are shadows because there are hills.