Quotes About Landscape

Ocurre de vez en cuando: se te viene encima un gran vacío, es como si la misma falta de sentido de la existencia se te metiera dentro y se extendiera como un inmenso y desnudo paisaje.

She realized that the landscape of a woman's soul could change as quickly as a world at war.

She'd learned how to disappear in place long ago. She was like one of those animals whose defense mechanism is to blend into the landscape and become invisible. It was her way of dealing with rejection: Say nothing and disappear. Never fight back. If she remained quiet enough, people eventually forgot she was there and left her alone.

In seiner Autobiographie 'Als wär's ein Stück von mir' hat Carl Zuckmayer die Menschen und ihre Landschaft hoch im Norden der USA geschildert, hat er seinen Alltag als Farmer in den Jahren 1941 bis 1946 noch einmal wachgerufen.

Dormir era precisamente abrir los ojos, desde un paisaje inmóvil.

May, there I was, knee deep in weeds—including some hay fever–inducing goldenrod

Quando eu vou na cidade tenha a impressão que estou no paraizo. Acho sublime ver aquelas mulheres e crianças tão bem vestidas. Tão diferentes da favela. As casas com seus vasos de flores e cores variadas. Aquelas paisagens há de encantar os olhos dos visitantes de São Paulo, que ignoram que a cidade mais afamada da America do Sul está enferma. Com as suas ulceras. As favelas.

The Plains, Willa Cather wrote years later, are "the happiness and the curse of my life."104

The cliffs and mountains of this region were honeycombed with caves

The sun, enormous and blood-red, began to sink into the sea. Its dying rays lit the ash-covered mountains and cove, so that the whole landscape seemed to be bathed in blood. The sky above it was livid purple, the colour of an angry bruise. There would be no stars that night

Banks of azaleas ranging from bright orange to palest pink rioted in the spring gardens.

They were like two landowners in Pompeii arguing over who had the better view of Vesuvius.

But rewilding, unlike conservation, has no fixed objective: it is driven not by human management but by natural processes. There is no point at which it can be said to have arrived. Rewilding of the kind that interests me does not seek to control the natural world, to re-create a particular ecosystem or landscape, but – having brought back some of the missing species – to allow it to find its own way.

The fells contract, regroup in starker forms; Dusk tightens on them, as the wind gets up And stretches hungrily: tensed at the nape, The coarse heath bristles like a living pelt. William Dunlop Landscape as Werewolf

Trees for Life.

You ought to see it when it blooms, all dark red flowers from horizon to horizon, like a see of blood. Come the dry season, and the world turns the color of old bronze. And this is only hranna, child. There are hundred kinds of grass out there, grasses as yellow as lemon and as dark as indigo, blue grasses and orange grasses and grasses as rainbows.

What an austere landscape! Borluut was alone, with nothing but the sky and water. No footsteps, apart from his own, marked the immense expanse, the white desert which this ancient outer harbour of Bruges now was.

This [Ghost Ranch] is my kind of world. The kind of things one sees in cities . . . well, you know, it's better to look out the window at the sage.

the Piedra Lumbre is the best thing I've ever known in New Mexico---the closest thing to God, I guess.

you reached a small half-moon bay, rimmed with white sands and great piles of dried ribbon-weed that had been thrown up by the winter storms and lay along the beach like large, badly made birds' nests.

and the olive trunks steamed as the rain was dried off them by the sun

Corfu lies off the Albanian and Greek coast-lines like a long rust-eroded scimitar.

The landscape should belong to the people who see it all the time.

Landscape painting is the obvious resource of misanthropy.