“ Everything had become song. The curve of the road beneath the clouds here, and there the strokes of dark earth, the green and the gray, the torn pink of clay and gravel under fingertips. The consonanc… Deborah Heissler
“ We cleave our way through the mountains until the interstate dips into a wide basin brimming with blue sky, broken by dusty roads and rocky saddles strung out along the southern horizon. This is our f… Jonathan Evison
“ You cross the field in the snow leaving tracks in perfect whiteness ...disturbing my placid universe...marking the landscape within me ... John Geddes
“ It occurred to me that no words by the tongue of man can express the simplicities of a quiet land, so I returned to the river. Daniel J. Rice
“ They were full of mysteries and secrets, like... like poems turned into landscapes.""'Poems turned into landscapes.'" he murmured with a slight smile. "And what of Vestenveld's gardens? Do you see poe… Jaclyn Dolamore
“ In one picture, the pool was half hidden by a fringe of mace- weeds, and the dead willow was leaning across it at a prone, despondent angle, as if mysteriously arrested in its fall towards the stagnan… Clark Ashton Smith
“ Fifteen feet away, the wide River Thames rolled past, dark and deep and mysterious is the sullen-not-quite sunrise. Amy Butler Greenfield
“ I picked up one and then a second and then a third of these stones, finding them at about the rate of one stone to the acre. And here is where my adventure became magical, for in a striking foreshorte… Antoine de Saint-Exupery
“ We tend to think of landscapes as affecting us most strongly when we are in them or on them, when they offer us the primary sensations of touch and sight. But there are also the landscapes we bear wit… Robert Macfarlane
“ I looked around at the rooms that I did not see as rooms but more as a landscape for my emotions, a biography of memory. Anne Spollen
“ Nothing: a landscape, a glass of wine, a little loveless love, and the vague sadness caused by our understanding nothing and having lost the little we're given. Álvaro de Campos
“ The light irradiates white peaks of Annapurna marching down the sky, in the great rampart that spreads east and west for eighteen hundred miles, the Himalaya- the alaya (abode, or home) of hima (snow)… Peter Matthiessen
“ I grow into these mountains like a moss. I am bewitched. The blinding snow peaks and the clarion air, the sound of earth and heaven in the silence, the requiem birds, the mythic beasts, the flags, gre… Peter Matthiessen
