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How did you find me? The heartstone? he says.
I look into his eyes. His silver moonlight eyes. The still calmwater heart of him.
I don't need no stone to find you. I'd find you anywhere, I says.
The Stone the Builders Rejected.
Brownsville, having missed their road and wandered in the
Let Stone be your God and you will find God in the Stone.
You have to talk to the stone, and it has to talk to you.
the Dew-Drop Inn & Fishing Camp;
The Dew-Drop Inn & Fishing Camp;
founded on the hard rock or the wet marshes but after a certain point I don't care what it's founded on. When I came back from
New York is the great stone desert.
The countryside they
The hill was a stony island in a sea of green.
What place is so rugged and so homely that there is no beauty; if you only have a sensibility to beauty?
I build only living stones
men.
Sweet Auburn, loveliest village of the plain.
Stones in the road? I save every single one, and one day I'll build a castle.
Cotswold stone framed tiny sash windows gleaming with pale green paint. Wisteria vines twisted about the stone, bunches of purple flowers hanging thick and heavy with pollen. Above it all a tiled roof sagged with sage.
A place like the meadow in the song I sang to Rue as she died. Where Peeta's child could be safe.
Nighttown, because the Pit's inverted, and the bottom of its bowl touches the sky, the sky that Nighttown never sees, sweating under its own firmament of acrylic resin, up where the Lo Teks crouch in the dark like gargoyles,
garden. I have been defeated,
It's Hydrogenville in the Hab.
I thought perhaps I'd start on this project with a trip down to Broch Tuarach. It's in the same direction as the stone circle, so maybe
The region is a desert of stones, a solitude with a character of its own, an arid spot, which could only be inhabited by beings who had either attained to absolute nullity, or were gifted with some abnormal strength of soul.
Hey, rock dude, are you destroying the house? Causing mayhem? Who's a ferocious gargoyle? Stoney's a ferocious gargoyle.
Where lies your landmark, seamark, or soul's star?
The stone loves you. Don't you see it? Hasn't it shown you its love all your life?
What is this place? Jurassic Park?
Everything changes, even stone.
NEW MILFORD, CONNECTICUT
The diamond is the hardest stone
to get.
CEMETERY, n. An isolated suburban spot where mourners match lies, poets write at a target and stone-cutters spell for a wager.
The stone that the builder refused shall be the head corner stone.
town. In the back of his
Few areas which are not publicly owned can boast as many footpaths as the Cuckmere Valley. For a short walk, a footbridge across the river leads back to the little hamlet of Milton Street, where another classic local pub, the Sussex Ox, provides an admirable lunch.
Kingsport or feel at home there. Before
The thing about stone is you don't get to the heart of it. It stares back into you, its secret intact and inviolable.
Shropshire, the fatlands of Gloucestershire,
What turns to stone is inside you.
Now, having left cities behind me, turned
Away forever from the strange, gregarious
Huddling of men by stones, I find those various
Great towns I knew fused into one, burned
Together in the fire of my despising ...
I am in an undisclosed location. I call it . . . the Laaaair." "The Lair?" Steve said, laughing. "Hey, every Evil Overlord has to have a lair," Tyler said. "I couldn't find a volcano next to a piranha pit but it's close . . .
The stone you took away from a beach will long for that beach because it belongs there!
There are two kinds of stones, as everyone knows, one of which rolls.
And what can still delight an inert stone except to become, once more, the bed of a raging torrent?
There were dozens of stones of all sizes in the small meadow. Tall stones, bigger than either of the boys, and small ones, just the right size for sitting on. There were some broken stones. The Runt knew what sort of place this was, but it did not scare him. It was a loved place.
Split a piece of wood, and I am there. Lift up the stone, and you will find me there.
THE SECRET GARDEN
You know, the Stone was really not such a wonderful thing. As much money and life as you could want! The two things most human beings would choose above all - the trouble is, humans do have a knack of choosing precisely those things
A cold, miserable little hamlet on the eastern coast of America called Piper's Grave.
They carved your name into the stone and then
they put it in the ground,
I run my fingers through the grooves
When no one's around
hill. We took the trucks there, pulled out the
Bergen, and Oldfield. The
neighborhood, the place I left each
No matter how sophisticated you may be, a large granite mountain cannot be denied - it speaks in silence to the very core of your being.
Barb's house, when I finally
Charleston, West "by gods" Virginia
Without stones there is no arch.
Where are the rough brave Britons to be found With Hearts of Oak, so much of old renowned?
The town of GUILDFORD, which (taken with its environs) I, who have seen so many, many towns, think the prettiest, and, taken all together, the most agreeable and most happy-looking, that I ever saw in my life.
The churchyard. Walled in by houses and overrun with weeds, choked up with too much buying.
There is a town in north Ontario,
With dream comfort memory to spare,
And in my mind
I still need a place to go,
All my changes were there.
Blue, blue windows behind the stars,
Yellow moon on the rise,
Big birds flying across the sky,
Throwing shadows on our eyes.
Leave no stone unturned in your quest to disrupt a rock garden.
the solitary rocks and promontories
It was the Arkenstone, the Heart of the Mountain. So Bilbo guessed from Thorin's description; but indeed there could not be two such gems, even in so marvellous a hoard, even in all the world.
Out of the mountain of despair, a stone of hope.
Loadstone Rock Book the Third - the Track of a Storm I. In Secret II. The Grindstone III. The Shadow
What is Paris? ... Where nobody throws stones, for all live in glass houses.
A rugged stone growes smooth from hand to hand.
Mixing myself with the hard stone. A stone had a single purpose: to
On the Jellicoe road
Abandoned mill that
Stones are mute teachers; they silence the observer, and the most valuable lesson we learn from them we cannot communicate.
Hills of forest green where the mountains touch the sky, a dream come true, I'll live there til I die.
Aniimal Town:~) The place where Dreams & Adventures come true!
West of Arkham the hills rise wild, and there are valleys with deep woods that no axe has ever cut.
The heart of Casterly Rock. Remember the fate of Rhaegar's children." She saw the fear in his young eyes then, but there was a strength as well. "Then I will not lose,
Lake Wobegon, the little town that time forgot and the decades cannot improve.
Freydolf worried that the stone might have been [stolen], but he finally found it safe and sound in one of the many drawers that were better for losing things than organizing them.
Some archeologists believe that Stonehenge - the mysterious arrangement of enormous elongated stones in England - is actually a crude effort by the Druids to build a computing device.
Yet the stones remain less real to those who cannot name them, or read the mute syllables graven in silica. To see a red stone is less than seeing it as jasper metamorphic quartz, cousin to the flint the Kiowa carved as arrowheads. To name is to know and remember.
benediction. Below the window, on one of the bastioned
Its somewhat austere and even forbidding limestone exterior,
the Isle of Wight, with occasional visits to
Pueblo, Colorado, a corrupt and decaying mining town high in the Rockies, is the setting for Heidi Julavits's The Mineral Palace, a story of motherhood, a troubled marriage, and the unveiling of long-held secrets.
The stone is a mirror which works poorly. Nothing in it but dimness. Your dimness or its dimness, who's to say? In the hush your heart sounds like a black cricket.
Gormenghast, that is, the main massing of the original stone, taken by itself would have displayed a certain ponderous architectural quality were it possible to have ignored the circumfusion of those mean dwellings that swarmed like an epidemic around it s Outer Walls.
or complementary stones, are arranged nearby.
You are, at this moment, standing, right in the middle of your own 'acres of diamonds.'
My whinstone house my castle is, I have my own four walls.
And even childhood was no good any more - not the way it was. No worry then but how to find a good stone, not round exactly but flattened and water-shaped, to use in a sling pouch cut from a discarded shoe. Where did all the good stones go, and all simplicity?
I come from south Wales. A place called Aberbargoed.
Moorcroft with a small pasture
Suddenly, I can't move. I can't speak. I am set in stone, but it's a glorious chiseled sort of stone.
Sanctuary, home of the Howlers and stragglers of the Were universe. (Damien)
There are dark, hard, cherty silt-stones from some deep ocean trench full of rapidly accumulating Pennsylvanian guck.
Surprisingly few outsiders know about the Cuckmere Valley, and it is not uncommon for people to confuse Alfriston with Alfreton in the Derbyshire Peak District.
That part of Rostrevor which overlooks Carlingford Lough is my idea of Narnia.
The Stone Table [was] a place that served as the OK Corral for the Faerie Courts when they decided to engage in diplomacy by means of murdering anyone on the other team.
The university campus was in the old part of town. The combination of water and stone creates a special, majestic atmosphere there. It's hard to be a sluggard under those circumstances, but I managed.
A stellar, fully-realized collection of stories ... grounded, wonderfully, in the river valleys of western Maine. You come away not only understanding a place but the soul of its people.
Nature is a petrified magic city.
I'm heavy stone, me. You try and pick me up, I'll break your spine.