Quotes About Landscape

I saw in a blue haze all the world poured flat and pale between the mountains

Geography is the key, the crucial accident of birth. A piece of protein could be a snail, a sea lion, or a systems analyst, but it had to start somewhere. This is not science; it is merely metaphor. And the landscape in which the protein starts shapes its end as surely as bowls shape water.

The horizon, bloody with the sunset, dulls with smoke and churned-up dirt.

Yet on the dusky veranda she had seemed like a force of nature that had somehow sought out the landscape of his longing and moulded itself to each contour.

Marketing, more than a lake or a forest, is the landscape of our modern lives.

I began to see, in the place of emptiness, presence. I began to see not only the visible landscape but the invisible one, a landscape in which history, unrecorded and unremembered as it is, had transmuted itself into an always present spiritual dimension.

The environment we create can help heal us or fracture us. This is true not just for buildings and landscapes but also for interactions and relationships.

This was mainly a brown country, cluttered with dead leaves from the year before, but the oaks had tasseled and the redbud limbs were like flames in the wind. Fruit trees in cabin yards, peach and pear and occasional quince, were sheathed with bloom, white and pink, twinkling against broken fields and random cuts of new grass washed clean by the rain.

They were Amy and Jeff Carruthers and they rode south out of Bristol, gravel chattering under the upswept fenders. After a while the man said suddenly, "Whats it like?" Amy glanced out at the fields. "Cotton. Everywhere nothing but cotton.

Grass! Millions of square miles of it. . . . a hundred rippling oceans, each ripple a gleam of scarlet or amber, emerald or turquoise. . . . the colors shivering over the prairies. . . . Sapphire seas of grass with dark islands of grass bearing great plumy trees which are grass again.

Although my grandmother lived out her long life in the shadow of Rainy Mountian, the immense landscape of the continental interior lay like memory in her blood

Lies and half-truths fall like snow, covering the things that I remember, the things I saw. A landscape, unrecognizable after a snowfall; that is that she has made of my life.

I think most Coloradans would agree that our state is the most beautiful in the nation, and the water flowing through our borders is its life blood.

We were two miles from Bunker Hill, in the east part of town, in the section of factories and breweries. She

He waited while Gilan and Will moved the cloaks experimentally, eyeing each other and studying the unusual colors, seeing how they would blend into the landscape of rock and desert that surrounded Al Shabah. All right, ladies," he said, "if you're finished with the fashion show, let's go meet the Wakir.

with you, I find peace from pain - You are gentle and healing like the landscape—like rain...

dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field...

Up from the meadows rich with corn,Clear in the cool September morn.

The clustered spires of Frederick standGreen-walled by the hills of Maryland.

We crossed through cornfields and soy, a new planting of loblolly pines

Maine is a beautiful place that I paradoxically want to hoard to myself and share with everyone I meet.

The Smoking Mountain (Knopf,

A bad black horse steals Steals into my head And moves across the landscape Of my mind, while I sleep. He does what he likes in there. Next day I feel The damage. In the quiet mist I watch her go. It feels like snow. There's a feeling that I get. I walk back home Sad and slow.

If people are either mountain people or ocean people then I'm a mountain person. I love the ocean, the few times I get a chance to see it, but I'm a mountain girl.