Brittany can hardly claim the attention of the tourist as a superlatively beautiful country. The way in which trees are clipped and tortured out of shape disfigures the sylvan landscape; and of mountain scenery, there is none.
I'm happy living in the countryside. We are 30 minutes away from Milan, so I can drive in for dinner and drive out. It's not a question of living in the country or in the city, it's really a question of living in a tight, close-knit clan that makes the difference.
In Rome you long for the country. In the country you praise to the skies the distant town.
Being raised in Iowa, I know what a cornfield does for me, and I wanted to have that same kind of feeling for the Ramapo Mountains.
Dear bells! how sweet the sound of village bells When on the undulating air they swim!
English country life is more like Chekhov than 'The Archers' or Thomas Hardy or even the Updike ethic with which it is sometimes compared.
The English countryside is the most staggeringly beautiful place. I can't spend as much time there as I like, but I like everything about it. I like fishing, I like clay- pigeon shooting.
When the weather's good, there's no better place to be than the British countryside.
If this were the time or the place to uphold a paradox, I am half inclined to state that Norfolk is one of the most beautiful of counties.
I live sort of in the country and I like that. It's very quiet, it's beautiful.
It was a small provincial place with great people and I had a happy childhood growing up in Queens.
I like a man who likes to see a fine barn as well as a good tragedy.
I always had a curiosity about Texas. I had a curiosity about small-town life, although, granted, Odessa's not a tiny town.
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 from Pennsylvania, and that love for the simplicity of life never left me.
I love the countryside, which is where I live and feel most comfortable, and hate being surrounded by herds of people.
I have a house in a small town in Tuscany where everybody knows and looks out for each other. That's a similar mentality to on the Isle of Man.
Lovely the woods, waters, meadows, combes, vales, All the air things wear that build this world of Wales.
I find all food irresistible. I have friends who live in the mountains in France. One of them sells vegetables, and to walk through her garden when everything is bursting out - it's impossible not to eat something.
My grandfather loved the countryside.
Much as I resented having to grow up in Des Moines, it gave me a real appreciation for every place in the world that's not Des Moines.
There is virtue in country houses, in gardens and orchards, in fields, streams and groves, in rustic recreations and plain manners, that neither cities nor universities enjoy.
Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks and rivers wide Towers and battlements it sees Bosom'd high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighboring eyes.
I love America, and parts of New Jersey remind me of Newfoundland - rolling hills and gardens - it's great! I guess that's why they call it the Garden State.
Who can live in heart so glad As the merry country lad?