David Hewson Quotes

I love to see a wood full of bluebells. Growing up in the Kent countryside, I have special memories of this brief annual spectacle.

Sky and clouds and trees and little figures relaxing in the perfect rural rhythm of their surroundings: these are the staples of a Gainsborough landscape.

When I picture England, I picture little gardens and beautiful yards. I don't really like cities; I like to go and see things like that.

I have, I must admit, despised the English countryside for much of my life - despised it and avoided it for its want of danger and adventure.

Years ago I had a house in Sussex, it was like Arcadia, with an old Victorian bridge, a pond and the Downs.

I adore Dartmoor, where I grew up, and the Cotswolds are amazing.

The National Mall is a special place for my wife and I. We got married on Signers Island in Constitution Gardens. It's a little spot tucked away on the National Mall. There are lots of places like that where you can find a quiet place to get away from it all.

The name of a district or a commissionerate should be what the country and the world identifies it with.

My favourite place in Britain is... my home county of Shropshire. I think it's one of the most beautiful places in the world.

I'm proud to call the Bay Area my home.

I have gone to many beautiful places across the globe, but I must say that the northeast of our country is the best-kept secret in the world.

I grew up in Stoneham, a little suburb of Boston. It's pronounced 'Stone 'em' because Massachusetts doesn't bend to the will of 'how letters are supposed to be said.'

People don't understand that Las Vegas is such a small community, beyond the tourists who visit here. If you've lived here for a long time, you know everybody.

I think there's something about a sylvan setting; you want grass and nature with outdoor Shakespeare.

Who loves a garden, still his Eden keeps, Perennial pleasures plants, and wholesome harvests reaps.

The undulent landscape looks serene in every direction. Honey-colored farmhouses, gently placed in hollows, rise like thick loaves of bread set out to cool.

O pastoral heart of England! like a psalm Of green days telling with a quiet beat.

Northern Ireland is the world’s best kept secret, both in the character of its people and its scenery.

Fish and fowl, warm sun and shady trees, the field mice in the wheat, under the cool light of the moon.

Nature didn't need an operation to be beautiful. It just was.

Every antique farm-house and moss-grown cottage is a picture.

Nowhere in this country, from sea to sea, does nature comfort us with such assurance of plenty, such rich and tranquil beauty as in those unsung, unpainted hills of Pennsylvania.

Nigeria is one of the best-kept secrets.