Quotes About Landscape

We all have such fateful objects—it may be a recurrent landscape in one case, a number in another—carefully chosen by the gods to attract events of special significance for us: here shall John always stumble; there shall Jane's heart always break.

We all have such fateful objects - it may be a recurrent landscape in one case, a number in another - carefully chosen by the gods to attract events of special significance for us: here shall John always stumble; there shall Jane's heart always break.

I do not know if it has ever been noted before that one of the main characteristics of life is discreteness. Unless a film of flesh envelops us, we die. Man exists only insofar as he is separated from his surroundings. The cranium is a space-traveler's helmet. Stay inside or you perish. Death is divestment, death is communion. It may be wonderful to mix with the landscape, but to do so is the end of the tender ego.

The general environment is the same for every player. What differentiates the successful ones are their insights, perceptions, and abilities to detect patterns of change and relate them to their landscape, industries, competition, and business.

The forest, far from the mundane and familiar world of the city, provides the appropriate setting for exceptional figures, both holy and mythic. Here, as in the world landscapes, figures and settings are truly matched; and as Reindert Falkenburg and myself have argued, the remoteness and grand scale of the forest or the earlier mountain wilderness signal the sanctity of or gravity of the human scene, however small in scale, which the discerning viewer must seek out and read as significant.

Harding's] speeches left the impression of an army of pompous phrases moving over a landscape in search of an idea. Sometimes these meandering words would actually capture a straggling thought and bear it off triumphantly, a prisoner in their midst, until it died of servitude and overwork.

The physical universe and its buzzing machinery, its fantastical scenery.

Many are removing trees and bushes and grasses that can catch fire.

fifty leagues past the cape, they explored a large bay and came upon a caravan of men and camels.

Millions of years ago, two tectonic plates merged and created a unique landscape

there may be a matter of five leagues," he observed. This is what he saw: a series of mounds, covered with tufts of grass

rising approximately 130 feet from the water. A later explorer described the cape as "three great mountains of sand that look like islands

snow-covered mountains and the Santa Cruz River, three miles wide.

I pity the man who can travel from Dan to Beersheba and cry, 'Tis all barren!

Kenang, kenanglah kami yang tinggal tulang-tulang diliputi debu. Beribu kami terbaring antara Karawang-Bekasi.

If things keep going the way they have in recent years, acrimonious historical debate may soon rival kudzu for prominence on the southern landscape

A stele was erected as a souvenir. It was written: the mountain is no longer alone; the trees support it. (Une stèle fut érigée en souvenir. Y était inscrit : la montagne n'est plus seule; les arbres la soutiennent.)"

on rock, in gravel, and alluvial mud, under the bright sky of

The beginning of spring training each year has always been a moment of hope, a reassurance that the landscape of snow and gray skies and barren trees will soon pass, and the world will again be green.

For anyone who lives in the oak-and-maple area of New England there is a perennial temptation to plunge into a purple sea of adjectives about October.

in a winter fireplace burns the fantasy of spring — wildflowers flaming across a lush wooded landscape

They were an end-of-days couple, not naked in a garden but wrapped in layers in a snow-covered landscape where there were no more apples on the trees and women would no longer have to take the blame because the old lie had been covered over by snow.

I've lived here all my life and it's a fascinating part of the world. There are so many legends and fairy stories about it - spooks and demons and witches. That's natural, I suppose, considering the landscape. You can go out on a foggy morning and imagine that you're the only human being in the world, but you can hear weird animal noises quite close by and see shadows flitting around, behind the fog

Allander continued quietly, but his voice warbled as if under great strain. "You think you can measure the range, the depth of my sickness?" He shook his head slightly. "I don't think you want to walk that landscape." His eyes darted back and forth, flashing over Spade's face, trying to gain entrance to his mind. He pried at it through Spade's eyes, his nose, his mouth.