John Constable Quotes

Elsewhere the sky is the roof of the world; but here the earth was the floor of the sky.

When I run in Ethiopia, I look out and see eucalyptus trees and rivers.

I get excited by landscape.

I think a setting is hugely important. I look at setting as a character with its own look, sound, history, quirks, goofy temperaments and moods.

Environment plays a huge role in my ability to creatively focus and my mood - for better and worse.

If you live in the mountains, you long for the trees and the lakes.

An author knows his landscape best; he can stand around, smell the wind, get a feel for his place.

In Romanticism, the main determinant is the mood, the atmosphere. And in that regard, you could also describe Schubert as a Romantic.

I'm attempting to broaden my novels' scope through landscape and weather, leaves falling off trees, overnight storms, timeless elements which, irrespective of human endeavour, have always been there and, as long as there is life and snow, will always be there.

The countryside in Belfast is beautiful. No technical wizardry is needed to show quite how glorious it is in its natural state.

Land really is the best art.

I am inspired and affected by Aspen, the light and the landscape and the natural world.

The planet is beautiful.

I don't want to make light of the importance of my musical upbringing, as you cannot avoid being influenced by the area you grow up, but I will say that Reykjavik's geography is very different from, say, New York, Paris, or Copenhagen. There's big skies. The buildings are low. The landscape is spread out.

The earth is a beautiful planet.

Look around you...Feel the wind, smell the air. Listen to the birds and watch the sky. Tell me what's happening in the wide world.

The percept is the landscape before man, in the absence of man.

Look at your feet. You are standing in the sky. When we think of the sky, we tend to look up, but the sky actually begins at the earth. We walk through it, yell into it, rake leaves, wash the dog, and drive cars in it. We breathe it deep within us. With every breath, we inhale millions of molecules of sky, heat them briefly, and then exhale them back into the world.

Over the river a golden ray of sun came through the hosts of leaden rain clouds.

I always look outside.

A town, a landscape are when seen from afar a town and a landscape; but as one gets nearer, there are houses, trees, tiles leaves, grasses, ants, legs of ants and so on to infinity. All this is subsumed under the name of landscape.

It's amazing the difference A bit of sky can make.

Each sort of cheese reveals a pasture of a different green, under a different sky.

Rose doesn’t like the flat country, but I always did – flat country seems to give the sky such a chance.

Clouds suit my mood just fine.