Henry Hudson Quotes

Being in New Zealand, which is incredibly beautiful - I think it's paradise - it's just the perfect place. Everything about it I love, and I would love to live there.

The world that she lives in is just magical, one of the most beautiful places I've ever seen.

For a boy of ten, used to the coal bings and rust-coloured burns of Cowdenbeath, the fields and woodland of Kingswood, with its overgrown but stately avenue of copper-barked sequoias, felt like a local version of paradise.

New Zealand was one of the most beautiful countries to drive through for the scenery and the vast scale of the place.

Home is pretty utopian.

Living in New Zealand, it's like a different world - it is a different world. It's very, very cool.

The view outside was much more important than the exhibits.

A very goodly Bay … that may have the prerogative over the most pleasant places of Europe, Asia, Africa or America for large and pleasant navigable rivers. Heaven and Earth have never agreed better to frame a place for man’s habitation.

Oh! what a snug little Island, A right little, tight little Island!

Good God what a fine sight. I had no conception that there was such a scene in the world, and to find it in my own dominions.

We can make this country the garden of Eden.

Franschhoek - French Corner - is a place which serves South Africans as a kind of sophisticated fantasy, an alternative version of what life could be. The small town is enclosed by wild mountains, at this time of year blue and dusty green.

Yosemite Valley, to me, is always a sunrise, a glitter of green and golden wonder in a vast edifice of stone and space.

There's a whole range of words that people use about landscape. Pastoral? Idyll? I can't stand them.

The South Downs of England reminded me a bit of my Old Virginia homeland.

To experience sublime natural beauty is to confront the total inadequacy of language to describe what you see. Words cannot convey the scale of a view that is so stunning it is felt.

The Scottish Highlands are incredible. There seems to be magic and poetry everywhere.

We live in the best place on earth but at times the worst.

A horse is a thing of beauty... none will tire of looking at him as long as he displays himself in his splendor.

Santa Barbara is a paradise; Disneyland is a paradise; the U.S. is a paradise. Paradise is just paradise. Mournful, monotonous, and superficial though it may be, it is paradise. There is no other.

Bald as the bare mountain tops are bald, with a baldness full of grandeur.

If Antarctica were music it would be Mozart. Art, and it would be Michelangelo. Literature, and it would be Shakespeare. And yet it is something even greater; the only place on earth that is still as it should be. May we never tame it.

I've got everything I need: a nice piece of land with hawks and owls and incredible sunsets, and the good will of my neighbors.

The pure air and dazzling snow belong to things beyond the reach of all personal feeling, almost beyond the reach of life. Yet such things are a part of our life, neither the least noble nor the most terrible.

I've got a farm in Somerset, and I think it's God's own country. I love it.