Quotes About Mountains

Malam ini, maaf tak ubahnya aroma samudera lepas atau aroma lumut pegunungan tinggi dari bilik pemulung di TPA Bantar Gebang. Sebuah Hikayat.

I have traveled outside the mountains, but never lived apart from them. I always feared mountains would be as jealous, as unforgiving, as any spurned lover. Leave them and they may never take you back. Besides, I never felt a need to go. There is enough to study in these hills to last a lifetime.

Every way I turned the lush green peaks towered over me. Had it been winter or spring, they would have been iron gray or dappled with pink and white dogwood, sarvis, and redbud, but always they would be there, the mountains, their heights rounded by the elements like relics worn smooth by the hands of reverent pilgrims.

It was beautiful up here. Full of pine and mountain views, and the kind of quiet that made your thoughts loud.

Grey is the price of neighboring with eagles, of knowing a mountain's vast presence, seen or unseen.

Reír, y el mundo reirá contigo. llorar, y llorar a solas. Cantas, y las montañas le echo usted. Suspiras, y se pierde en el aire. Os alegráis, y el mundo va a buscarte. lloras, y el mundo se irá. Usted puede estar en sintonía con el mundo, su gente y la naturaleza que te rodea. Usted es el origen, y usted es el centro de su felicidad y bienestar. Por lo que agradecer y disfrutar de la vida, todos los días, ya que viene a ti. Animarme, mi amigo!

Definition: Alpinism is the art of going through the mountains confronting the greatest dangers with the biggest of cares. What we call art here, is the application of a knowledge to an action.

idealism, that gaudy coloring matter of passion, fades when it is brought beneath the trenchant white light of knowledge. Ideals, like mountains, are best at a distance.

Deep in the wild mountains, is a strange marketplace,where you can trade the hassle and noise of everyday life, for eternal Light.

As dawn broke over the mountains on the horizon, Iduna rode into the sleepy village. She spotted the sign for Tomally's Baked Goods almost immediately. It was just as her friend had described in her letters. The bakery was attached to a modest house that was clean and bright, with a window box filled with golden crocus. They were Anna's favorite flower. It had to be a sign.

While I was sat there being my usual pessoptimistic self, he was ecstatic: Verdant fields! Green on your right and on your left; green everywhere! We have given life to what was dead. This is why we have named the borders of former Israel the Green Belt. For beyond them lie barren mountains and desert reaches, a wilderness calling out to us, 'Come you tractors of civilisation

What have those lonely mountains worth revealing? More glory and more grief than I can tell: The earth that wakes one human heart to feeling Can centre both the worlds of Heaven and Hell.

What have those lonely mountains worth revealing? More glory and more grief than I can tell:

Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea Past the houses, past the headlands Into deep eternity! Bred as we, among the mountains Can the sailor understand The divine intoxication Of the first league out from land?

In childhood, Lib remembered, family seemed as necessary and inescapable as a ring of mountains. One never imagined that as the decades went by, one might drift into an unbounded country.

Well you needn't have any 'feelings' about mountains, said Philip. Mountains are all the same - just tops, middles and bottoms, sometimes with sheep on and sometimes without.

How wonderful to wander among virgin hills! I suppose whiteness is a symbol of purity (skin color being an exception) and how pure I found that world. As you've heard me say many times, the mountains are my life. Without them I am nothing. They are perhaps the only reality I know. They are my guru. If I am to learn anything in life, I will learn it there.

There is no doubt that the last hour of any flight is the hardest. If there are any clouds about to make shadows one is likely to see much imaginary land. . . . As I approached shore I strained my eyes to see something recognizable, and there was nothing. However, I noticed a low place in the hills, and I thought, like the bear, I would go over the mountains to see what I could see.

Oh gods, are you listening? A storm out at sea is one of your greatest creations. You should hear it praised. The sky is dark, almost as night, and the swells... they were taller than mountains.

Y así, ninguna de ellas, como dije, se casó. Lo que no impedía que vivieran muy tranquilas y felices, en la gran casa, con su prado, su chopera, su huerta, sus viñas y todas sus grandes y hermosas tierras. Un bello río circundaba la finca, profundo y verde, bordeado de chopos ancianos, álamos y robles. Y más allá, en la ladera de las montañas, se alzaba el misterioso bosque.

Enfrente, a su espalda, a sus costados, estaban las otras cumbres: Oz, Cuatro Cruces, los agudos colmillos de Sagrado, Vientoduro. Más allá, la lejanía del Negromonte. Casí transparente, más allá de los pinares y las hayas, se adivinaba la ingrata zona de las Artámilas, con su hambre y su miseria.

I respect Everest very much.

Gigantesca luna y un viento de las montañas, profundo, acompaño la comprensión del momento: que todo en esta vida son letras.

I went to Afghanistan in '96 to write about terrorist training camps south of Jalalabad and Tora Bora, in the mountains. I was there right before the Taliban took over, literally a few weeks before they took Kabul. The frontline wasn't terribly active, but it was definitely there. And they swept into power.