Quotes About Landscape

Youth is in a grand flush, like the hot days of ending summer; and pleasant dreams thrall your spirit, like the smoky atmosphere that bathes the landscape of an August day.

Iceland is fascinating; really an amazing place to visit, and great for a film to go there.

The sun is setting," he said, and Jordan rose obediently to charge the glasses. The sundowner whisky was already a traditional ending to the day in this land north of the Limpopo.

the defences where a creek runs

It was astonishing how quickly life could change, how the ground moved beneath you and the landscape you thought you were living in turned out to be entirely different. Like waking up after an earthquake.

I could still see the smoke stack. That's where the water would be, healing out to the sea and the peaceful grottoes.

And I did not think that Darl would, that sits at the supper table with his eyes gone further than the food and the lamp, full of the land dug out of his skull and the holes filled with distance beyond the land.

Seems like it's peaceful, just bein' in a country that lays the way you remember it layin

Case watched the sun rise on the landscape of childhood, on broken slag and the rusting shells of refineries.

It had always felt to me as though Washington, D.C., to Boston was one span of stuff. You never really leave Springsteenland, you're just in this unbroken highway and strip-mall landscape.

sublimity than the aspect of this coast, as it is

the ancient mountain kingdom of Abyssinia.

London was a graveyard haunted by dead faiths. A city and a landscape. A market laid on feudalisms. Gathering and hunting, little pockets of alterity, too, but most of all in the level Billy had come to live in a tilework of fiefdoms, theocratic duchies, zones and spheres of influences, over each of which some local despot, some criminal pope, sat watch. It was all who-knew-whom, gave access to what, greased which palms on what route to where.

On the hill we used a different, vaguer calendar than the one I've since learned. The seasons ours described—summer, dimming, and winter—were suited to a different place: the mountain had two seasons at most.

Bu yerlerde trenler do?udan bat?ya, bat?dan do?uya gider gelir, gider gelirdi... Bu yerlerde demiryolunun her iki yan?nda ?ss?z, engin, sar? kumlu bozk?rlar?n öze?i Sar? Özek uzar giderdi. Co?rafyada uzakl?klar nas?l Greenwich meridyeninden ba?l?yorsa, bu yerlerde de mesafeler demiryoluna göre hesaplan?rd?. Trenler ise do?udan bat?ya, bat?dan do?uya gider gelir, gider, gelirdi...

And, though we never admitted it to one another, there was also the hope that maybe, just maybe, we'd yank an undeniable work of genius from the depths of our imagination. A masterpiece-in-the-rough that would forever change the literary landscape. The Accidental American Novel. Just think of the acclaim! The feelings of satisfaction! The vastly increased dating opportunities!

Belief is a technology for softening the landscape. The world becomes more beautiful when God is in it.

all sein Hab und Gut befand. Er war aber fröhlich und guter Dinge, und hatte an der schönen, weißen Winterlandschaft umher und an den bereiften Hecken und Gesträuchen am Wege seine herzliche Freude. Indes

From here, to the south and west, one island leads to another, all the way to Frenchboro and Swans Island and Isle au Haut, as this landscape toys with the idea of islands until the sea says enough and there is only water

Nature is not intentionally theatrical. The drama we sometimes see in landscapes is a projection of something in us, the trace of a nagging fear that we do not belong in nature, that we are no match for the forces that brought us into being

The gorse was in bloom, the fuchsia hedges were already budding; wild green hills, mounds of peat; yes, Ireland is green, very green, but its green is not only the green of meadows, it is the green of moss - certainly here, beyond Roscommon, toward County Mayo - and Moss is the plant of resignation, of forsakenenness. The country is forsaken, it is being slowly but steadily depopulated...

That's what people do in Holland. They build dykes and ditches. They don't drown. They're brilliant engineers.' 'So I've heard,' says Faro thoughtfully. 'They're very obstinate, those people in Holland.

All those days of walking the heath, collecting her specimens, reinforced in her a need to look to the natural world for her own location. Now, even in London, she is constantly searching out the trees and grass, the flowers, to determine her position in the urban landscape. She looks to the natural world to guide her in how she moves through the city, in how she thinks about her own life.

The people who lived beside the river for thousands of years, and whose history was intertwined with that landscape, have been very effectively excluded from ts recorded narrative.