Quotes About Mountains

Because of a cowgirl named Stephanie Becker, I ended up wondering what would kill me first: a charging bull or a man with a rifle, but that was on a cold moonlit night in the mountains, long after we first met. All of it really began earlier at the end of the hockey season when I saw her at an awards dinner for the Kamloops Blazers hockey team. I'll tell you right now, it wasn't the way I wanted to meet a beautiful girl.

Because no one is good without God. And we can do nothing good without Him. So it's futile to regret a good deed, Ulf, for the good you have done cannot be taken back; even if all the mountains should fall, it would still stand.

But these events had touched her so little - like the echo of thunder from the mountains after a storm had passed over the countryside and was far away.

It's one of our favorite American myths that broad plains necessarily make broad minds, and high mountains make high purpose.

We are in the world where the longing mountains are the most grounded.

How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of those who bring good news, who proclaim peace, who bring good tidings, who proclaim salvation, who say to Zion, "Your God reigns!"Isaiah 52:7

I carry out sun rituals on the slopes of high mountains. But I am also taboo for myself, untouchable because forbidden.

Faith can move Mountains but DETERMINATION can help you build new ones.

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn.

"...Good luck and Good work for the happy mountain raindrops, each one of them a high waterfall in itself, descending from the cliffs and hollows of the clouds to the cliffs and hollows of the rocks, out of the sky-thunder into the thunder of the falling rivers

Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity; that mountain parks and reservations are useful not only as fountains of timber and irrigating rivers, but as fountains of life.

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves.

The mountains are fountains of men as well as of rivers, of glaciers, of fertile soil. The great poets, philosophers, prophets, able men whose thought and deeds have moved the world, have come down from the mountains—mountain-dwellers who have grown strong there with the forest trees in Nature's workshops.

The mountains are calling and I must go.

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn.

We are now in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of us.

In truth, the Valley of Mexico is not a valley at all but a self-contained basin hemmed in by 8,000-foot peaks with no natural drainage.

Mountains are the beginning and the end of all natural scenery.

Turned out the rugged mountains and humid climate of eastern Kentucky were excellent for growing weed. By the 1980s marijuana was believed to be the state's number one cash crop.

His [Faraday's] third great discovery is the Magnetization of Light, which I should liken to the Weisshorn among mountains-high, beautiful, and alone.

The soaring mountains rose around her, and the poets' waters glittered beneath her in the valleys of memory—hosts of golden daffodils, Swallows and Amazons, Peter Rabbit. She

Out the plane's window, flatlands had given way to the rough and rumpled chaos of mountain peaks and alpine valleys.

With his back turned on the life-giving sea, he eventually sets off waddling toward the mountains of the interior. There's more disturbing footage from polar regions, but it's the implications that needle at me. The penguin's journey is certain death. Were they to catch him and bring him back, the biologist explains, he would only head for the mountains again. It sounds like the voice of experience, as if they've tried and failed. The penguins refuse to be saved.

Breathing, it seemed to me, was a proper attribute for the mountains... mountains that quietly functioned as a single thing with a rhythmic inhale-exhale I could feel...