Quotes About Landscape

Texas is as alien as Mars.

I love and respect the West - you can't live in Texas and not do that.

I grew up in a pretty small town in Texas, population 8,000, and we had a lot of open spaces.

I love Texas itself. The landscape is remarkable. The combination of cultures here is incredible. And the history here is pretty remarkable, too, going back centuries.

The silver Thames takes some part of this county in its journey to Oxford.

For my parents, leaving the close social quarters of Abilene was like getting out of jail. They were not true West Texans; they had not come to love the unending monotony of mesquite barrens or the high, hot blue sky that made sunsets a matter of prayerful thankfulness.

When 'The Sound of Music' aired live on NBC, 18 million people were talking about theater the next day. That's incredible. 'Grease' felt like a chance for me to participate in that landscape.

At almost exactly the same moment, far to the south, the valley of the Nile is lit up.

What manner of encounter releases the vitality? What particular relation to landscape or inner vision or idea heightens the consciousness, brings forth the intensity?

Willard Metcalf, Matilda Browne, Benjamin Morrison, William Merritt Chase, Henry Ward Ranger, and William Chadwick

It was a view I never tired of, especially

I'm so sorry for people who live in lands where there are no Mayflowers," said Anne. "Diana says perhaps they have something better, but there couldn't be anything better than Mayflowers, could there, Marilla? And Diana says if they don't know what they are like they don't miss them. But I think that is the saddest thing of all. I think it would be tragic, Marilla, not to know what Mayflowers are like and not to miss them

We crossed a wide river and then everything changed. There were no more fields, no houses, no trees, not even telephone poles. Even the colours were gone, all of them except brown and grey and blue of the late-afternoon sky. The world got emptier and emptier until it looked like a brown ocean of dead velvet, just emptiness covered with short dry grass and low scrub.

Kennst du das Land, wo die Zitronen blühn, Im dunklen Laub die Goldorangen glühn.

improved, so don't let that limit where you use roses in the landscape. Roses are very tolerant of different soil types, especially if the soil is improved

sprinkler systems. Too much wind, especially in winter, can damage canes. One aspect that people sometimes forget to consider is access. Having roses close to the house or a part of the yard that you regularly pass will mean that you will enjoy your roses more and

adaptability coupled with readiness to flower year after year right from the first, roses are clearly one of the most versatile of plants for the landscape.

began buying land on a rocky hillside connected

Palestine is the region known as the Shephelah, a series of ridges and valleys connecting the Judaean

Roseto Valfortore lies one hundred miles southeast of Rome in the Apennine foothills of the Italian province of Foggia. In the style of medieval villages

I had a book in my hands to while away the time and it occurred to me that in a way a landscape is not unlike a book - a compilation of pages that overlap without two ever being the same. People open the book according to their taste and training, their memories and desires. On occasion these pages are ruled with lines that are invisible to some people, while being for others, as real, as charged and as volatile as high-voltage cables.

Look, we don't love like flowers with only one season behind us; when we love, a sap older than memory rises in our arms. O girl, it's like this: inside us we haven't loved just some one in the future, but a fermenting tribe; not just one child, but fathers, cradled inside us like ruins of mountains, the dry riverbed of former mothers, yes, and all that soundless landscape under its clouded or clear destiny—girl, all this came before you.

I take on the dullness of the landscape, the torpid heat of the day, the barren vista of rocks, the anonymous stream of humanity that sluices back and forth through city after city endlessly and ceaselessly. I am protean, to the point of disease.

I prefer winter and fall, when you can feel the bone structure in the landscape---the lonliness of it---the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it---the whole story dosen't show.