Rolling Hills Quotes

Greenville, S.C., in the 1970s is a rolling green dream in my memory now.

Contrary to slanderous Eastern opinion, much of Iowa is not flat, but rolling hills country with a lot of timber, a handsome and imaginative landscape, crowded with constant small changes of scene and full of little creeks winding with pools where shiners, crappies and catfish hover.

To look out of a car in Scania, you see a painting on the horizontal - one windmill, one tiny farmhouse, acres of beet or grass.

I'm from northern Virginia, but I grew up next to the West Virginia border, so it was hills and farmland. We had that sense of adventure you get from growing up around old farmhouses and lazy, rolling hills, you know?

I love the drive from York to Whitby over the moors - one of the great journeys, in my book.

I fell in love with Rwanda the moment I saw those verdant, rolling hills rise up beneath the wings of the plane as we descended toward Kigali airport.

The vast sage desert undulates with almost imperceptible tides like the oceans.

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

When I come out on the road of a morning, when I have had a night's sleep and perhaps a breakfast, and the sun lights a hill on the distance, a hill I know I shall walk across an hour or two thence, and it is green and silken to my eye, and the clouds have begun their slow, fat rolling journey across the sky, no land in the world can inspire such love in a common man.

Sir, when you have seen one green field, you have seen all green fields. Let us walk down Cheapside.

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

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.

The castled crag of Drachenfels, Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine.

A springful of larks in a rolling Cloud and the roadside bushes brimming with whistling Blackbirds and the sun of October Summery On the hill's shoulder.

Most English houses, grand or small, nestle in an intimate pastoral setting.

You ask of my companions. Hills, sir, and the sundown, and a dog as large as myself.

I really, really missed the Pennsylvania countryside and hills.

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 have bougainvillea and a magnolia tree outside my window. Not that anything will ever beat the view I had from my desk window in my little farmhouse in Nebraska. Just a dirt road stretching out as far as you could see, with prairie grass on either side.

I couldn't take pictures of green rolling hills.

West Yorkshire is quite dramatic and beautiful, the crags and things.

I go for drives in the Flint Hills, which is the setting for 'The Virgin of Small Plains'.

My first years were spent living just as my forefathers had lived - roaming the green, rolling hills of what are now the states of South Dakota and Nebraska.

There is a lovely road that runs from Ixopo into the hills.

The landscape in Ireland is just - I've never been in such a beautiful place with the lakes and ocean and everything.